Indian Giver şarkı sözleri

Well, I've got a friend Who lives across town Every year when Christmas rolls around He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack Two hours later he wants it back He's an Indian Giver! I ran to my momma I was hollerin' and crying She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying He gave me some advice, It sounded all right But you know that he took it back later that night He's an Indian Giver! Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine Please Santy Claus won't you be mine? When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack Please Mr. Santy don't take 'em back! Don't be no Indian Giver! Jim: Santa, is it really you? Santa: Why, yes Jim: I've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! Are they for me, Santa? Santa: HO HO hooold on a minute now boy. I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents Jim: What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back! Santa: How 'bout this nice lump of coal? Jim: Don't tell me you're an indian giver! Jim: (cries) Santa: HO HO HO Jim: Not Santa