X-mas Time Assault
(Party Pants)

Everywhere I go
nasty jingle bells oh no
Santa, it is all your fault
itīs a X-mas time assault

In my dreams at night
I am out to bring you fright
I am tearing up your coat
stuffing porridge down your throat

Santa, I donīt like you, does it make me weird?
Santa, I donīt fucking need your stupid beard
Santa, shut your ugly face and go away
Santa, itīs a X-mas time assault

Slaughtered pigs, the stench of hell
decay and death is the smell
from your mouth when you breathe
Oh your favourite word is greed

I am not a fan
of this stinking, fat, old man
with his ugly, hairy head
Heīs a terrorist in red

Santa, I donīt like you, does it make me weird?
Santa, I donīt fucking need your stupid beard
Santa, shut your ugly face and go away
Santa, itīs a X-mas time assault

Santa, I donīt like you, does it make me weird?
Santa, I donīt fucking need your stupid beard
Santa, shut your ugly face and go away
Santa, itīs a X-mas time assault