Vista previa
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