Satan sang to Santa one night
Around Dec. 3rd
Crying over his childhood blues
Santa listened to every word
Didn't get no toys
Mama was a tree
Daddy work six days a week
Santa said poor little boy
"Daddy wasn't around for me"?
See thats why I hate my daddy's words
I ain't bowing at their feet
And when he gives me that daddy look
It sends fear all over me
But he had time for his other kids
And they were bad as hell
I never cursed him to his face
But they shoot him birds and yell
Turn their backs and walk away
Like attitude is grace
But we have to hold em by the hand
While they wear satin and lace
Yes I hate what my daddy did
Putting them over me
So I'm gonna show him before I'm through
How nasty humans can be
All I want for Christmas is
My daddy's gold chair
My daddy's gold chair
My daddy's gold chair
All I want for Christmas is
My daddy's gold chair
And tell the flesh people
Get the hell out
And what really make me mad
Is that they had things I never had
Like choosing chocolate or jelly beans
Or wearing penny loafers with my jeans
I want my place on the throne
I want heaven to be my home
But until then I'll piss him off
And let these people know whose the boss
All I want for Christmas is
My daddy's gold chair
My daddy's gold chair
My daddy's gold chair
All I want for Christmas is
My daddy's gold chair
And tell the flesh people
Get the hell out
