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Down in the workshop all the elves were making toys
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
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From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said, with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
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Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage!
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He got Dancer and Prancer with and old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
Then he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"
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The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts, now you
Can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without stepping in reindeer guts
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There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circling 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flying, the body count's rising
And everyone's dying to know
My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy
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Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time
In a Federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey little friend now, don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in seven hundred more years!
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But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Claus she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights, they talk about
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Woah, the night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been getting a raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain