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PERFORMING ARTISTS
"Weird Al" Yankovic
"Weird Al" Yankovic
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
"Weird Al" Yankovic
"Weird Al" Yankovic
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
"Weird Al" Yankovic
"Weird Al" Yankovic
Producer
Tony Papa
Tony Papa
Mixing Engineer
Bernie Grundman
Bernie Grundman
Mastering Engineer
Colin Sauers
Colin Sauers
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' 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
[Verse 2]
From his beard to his boots he was covered  with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntles yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye
"Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die"
[Verse 3]
The night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Kruger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken"
[Verse 6]
The night Santa went crazy
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
[Verse 7]
There's the National Guard and the FBI
There's a van from the eyewitness news
And helicopters circlin' round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh, Santa, why?
My, my, my, my, my, my, you used to be such a jolly guy
[Verse 8]
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' 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
[Verse 9]
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs workin' for the Postal Service
And they say, Mrs. Claus, she's on the phone every night
With a lawyer negotiating the movie rights
[Verse 10]
They're talkin' 'bout the night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nicholaus flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gyped
[Verse 11]
Oh, the night Santa went crazy
The night Saint Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must've snapped in his brain
Oh, something finally must've snapped in his brain
Tell you, something finally must've snapped in his brain
Written by: "Weird Al" Yankovic
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