Squirrel Nut Zippers
Indian Giver
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：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