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Santa Claus Is On The Dole
Last Christmas when Santa got ready
He'd down his first pint to make his hands steady
He'd load up his sleigh with gifts and great cheer,
not forgetting his fridge, inside a 12 pack of beer
Santa had a jolly elf who made toys with a grin,
but remembered the brats whilst slurping his gin
In a drunken state down the chimney he'd fall,
then when the job was all done, to his reindeer he'd call
'Hey Fosters, hey Guinness, hey Carlsberg' he'd shout,
'Throw me a rope so I can get out! '
Santa flew through the night no house was excluded