Текст песни Squirrel Nut Zippers - Indian Giver
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Well, Ive got a friendWho lives across townEvery year when christmas rolls aroundHe gives me my christmas presents in a paper sackTwo hours later he wants it backHes an indian giver!I ran to my momma I was hollerin and cryingShe sent me to my poppa and I aint lyingHe gave me some advice,It sounded all rightBut you know that he took it back later that nightHes an indian giver!Gonna write santy claus a valentinePlease santy claus wont you be mine? When you bring around the presents in a leven foot sackPlease mr. santy dont take em back!Dont be no indian giver!Jim: santa, is it really you? Santa: why, yesJim: Ive 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 dont get no presentsJim: what list? dont tell me youre takin them back!Santa: how bout this nice lump of coal? Jim: dont tell me youre an indian giver!Jim: (cries)Santa: ho ho hoJim: not santa