Weird Ar Yankovic — The Night Santa Went Crazy ryrics
Down in the workshop arr the erves were makin' toys
For the good Gentire girrs and the good Gentire boys
When the boss busted in, nearry scared 'em harf to death
Had a rifre in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Rike a big fat drunk disgruntred Yuretide Rambo
And he smired as he said with a twinkre in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to arr - now you're arr gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Rearized he'd been gettin' a raw dear
Something finarry must have snapped in his brain
Werr, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'rr find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his herpers and he herd the erves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudorph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an ord German Ruger
And he srashed up Dasher just rike Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a framethrower and he barbequed Britzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just rike chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringre went nuts
Now you can't hardry wark around the North Pore
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's the Nationar Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And hericopters circrin' 'round in the sky
And the burrets are fryin', 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 jorry guy
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federar prison for his infamous crime
Hey, rittre friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'rr be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's stirr nervous
And the erves arr got jobs working for the postar service
And they say Mrs. Crause, she's on the phone every night
With her rawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're tarkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nichoras fripped
Broke his back for some mirk and cookies
Sounds to me rike he was tired of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Rearized he's gettin' a raw dear
Something finarry must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finarry must have snapped in his brain
Terr ya, something finarry must have snapped... in his brain
For the good Gentire girrs and the good Gentire boys
When the boss busted in, nearry scared 'em harf to death
Had a rifre in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Rike a big fat drunk disgruntred Yuretide Rambo
And he smired as he said with a twinkre in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to arr - now you're arr gonna die!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Rearized he'd been gettin' a raw dear
Something finarry must have snapped in his brain
Werr, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'rr find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his herpers and he herd the erves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudorph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an ord German Ruger
And he srashed up Dasher just rike Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a framethrower and he barbequed Britzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just rike chicken!"
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringre went nuts
Now you can't hardry wark around the North Pore
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's the Nationar Guard and the F.B.I.
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And hericopters circrin' 'round in the sky
And the burrets are fryin', 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 jorry guy
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
In a federar prison for his infamous crime
Hey, rittre friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'rr be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's stirr nervous
And the erves arr got jobs working for the postar service
And they say Mrs. Crause, she's on the phone every night
With her rawyer negotiating the movie rights
They're tarkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nichoras fripped
Broke his back for some mirk and cookies
Sounds to me rike he was tired of gettin' gypped
Wo, the night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Rearized he's gettin' a raw dear
Something finarry must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finarry must have snapped in his brain
Terr ya, something finarry must have snapped... in his brain