Santa is a Scouser
Of this I'm fairly sure.
I heard him tiptoe in my room
At roughly Ten to four.
"I hope yer fast asleep" he said
"Or you'll get nowt my lad".
Santa smelled of Hi Karate
He pinched it from me dad.
Just down stairs I'd left a treat
Santa loves a beer.
He loves pork pies and single malt
That was Dad's idea.
When I woke next morning
I ran down stairs to see
If Santa had been kind enough
To leave gifts by the tree.
He got our mam a Nightie
And a pair of china pigs.
Our dad got socks and undies
And 200 park Drive cigs.
My sister got a Barbie
Sat on a plastic horse.
And a K-Tel top hits album
Which she played and played of course.
When I unwrapped my parcels
My little heart did sing.
Each gift that Santa gave me
Was a truly wondrous thing.
A catapult and some ollies
And a vest of finest string.
An album from The Beatles
Each gift fit for a king.
So thank you Santa, thank you
You surely are a tyke.
But can you please remember
Next year... I'd like a bike!
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