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When you ain't got no money, honey
Christmas is a joke
Naughty or nice
All I knew was I was broke
Santa came to my house in a beat-up Chevrolet
He cased the joint said "what's the point?"
And then he drove away
Ohh ooh
Ring a lingin' bells or going on a sleigh ride
Chestnuts, mangers, stockings by the fire side
But I never had the means for those sugar plum dreams
No I've never been spoiled
We didn't have that cash
We had no stocks to crash
When you come from poverty
Yuletide's just a fantasy
'Cause no one played Santa for me
Ohh ohh
You got your North Star, wise men, Jesus in a haystack
Virgins, angels, God and Mary barebackin'
Dasher, Dancer, partridge in a pear tree
Holly and ivy and "do you see what I see"
What's all that supposed to mean
There were no drummer boys on my scene
No, no, 'cause we drank off-brand sodas
And our cats had fleas
We celebrated weddings at Applebee's
Hand me down clothes with a tear in the ass
It's hard to 'werk' when you're working class
You see, I've never been spoiled
We had a plastic Christmas tree
And we said "fuck the bourgeoisie"
'Cause when you come from poverty
Yuletide's just a fantasy
Christmas is just toil
For a poor boy or "goil"
If you grew up like me
There's no Hallmark fantasy
'Cause no one played Santa for me
Ohhh, no one played Santa for me
No one played Santa for
Me
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