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Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys<br /> For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys<br /> When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death<br /> Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath<br /> From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo<br /> Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo<br /> And he smiled and said, with a twinkle in his eye,<br /> "Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die!"<br /> The night Santa went crazy<br /> The night St. Nick went insane<br /> Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal<br /> Something finally must have snapped in his brainWell, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it<br /> Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet<br /> And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage<br /> And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage<br /> He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger<br /> And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddie Krueger<br /> And he picked up a flamethrower and barbecued Blitzen<br /> And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"The night Santa went crazy<br /> The night Kris Kringle went nuts<br /> Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole<br /> Without steppin' in reindeer gutsThere's the National Guard and the F. B. I.<br /> There's a van from the Eyewitness News<br /> And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky<br /> And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'<br /> And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?<br /> My my my my my my<br /> You used to be such a jolly guyYes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time<br /> In a federal prison for his infamous crime<br /> Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears<br /> He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years<br /> But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous<br /> And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service<br /> And they say Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night<br /> With her lawyer negotiating the movie rightsThey're talkin 'bout the night Santa went crazy<br /> The night St. Nicholas flipped<br /> Broke his back for some milk and cookies<br /> Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gyppedWo, the night Santa went crazy<br /> The night St. Nick went insane<br /> Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal<br /> Something finally must have snapped in his brain<br /> Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain<br /> Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brainLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

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Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled and said, with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brainWell, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddie Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and barbecued Blitzen

And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer gutsThere's the National Guard and the F. B. I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guyYes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rightsThey're talkin 'bout the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gyppedWo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain

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Alfred Matthew "Weird Al" Yankovic (born October 23, 1959 in Downey, California) is an American singer-songwriter, music producer, actor, comedian, satirist, accordian player and kazooist. Yankovic is known in particular for his humorous songs that make light of popular culture and that often parody specific songs by contemporary musical acts. Since his first-aired song parody in 1976, he has sold more than 12 million albums—more than any other comedy act in history—recorded more than 150 parody and original songs, and has performed more than 1,000 live shows.

Read more about "Weird Al" Yankovic on Last.fm.


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