Lyric Indian Giver

Well, I ve got a friend
Who lives across town
Every year when Christmas rolls around
He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack
Two hours later he wants it back
He s an Indian Giver!
I ran to my momma I was hollerin and crying
She sent me to my poppa and I ain t lying
He gave me some advice,
It sounded all right
But you know that he took it back later that night
He s an Indian Giver!
Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine
Please Santy Claus won t you be mine?
When you bring around the presents in a leven foot sack
Please Mr. Santy don t take em back!
Don t be no Indian Giver!
Jim: Santa, is it really you?
Santa: Why, yes
Jim: I ve been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! Are they for me, Santa?
Santa: HO HO hooold on a minute now boy. I done check my list twice and you don t get no presents
Jim: What list? Don t tell me you re takin them back!
Santa: How bout this nice lump of coal?
Jim: Don t tell me you re an indian giver!
Jim: (cries)
Santa: HO HO HO
Jim: Not Santa