Good Song: Father Christmas by The Kinks
Bad Lyrics: A subversive Christmas jam from England that still manages to be a bit wonky.
When I was small I believed in Santa Claus
Though I knew it was my dad
You’re actually supposed to believe it’s not your dad, fellas.
But the last time I played Father Christmas
I stood outside a department store
Inside is the preferred location for a department store Santa, but it sounds like you might be confused about how this whole things works anyway.
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys
Yeah, I’m thinking there may have been a miscommunication about this whole arrangement.
But give my daddy a job ‘cause he needs one
He’s got lots of mouths to feed
Santa tends to give those “silly toys,” as you call them, not jobs. But nice try.
But if you’ve got one, I’ll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
That’s it: you’re on the naughty list.
About me
Music is the joy of joys, but sometimes, words can get in the way. Be it a weak metaphor, a forced rhyme, or just pure nonsense - lyrics can go wrong a hundred ways. It won't stop us from loving a song, but it might give us pause to say, "Wait... what?""And, as I say, 70% is how you look, 20% is how you sound, only 10% is what you say." -Eddie Izzard
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