It’s not that I didn’t get presents
I admit that I got quite a few
But my parents wouldn’t give credit
Whatever credit was due.
If they gave you a book or a bicycle
Or a gun, or whatever it was
They made sure they got the credit
Not some big old fool – Santa Claus.
The peasants who live in north Galway
Are a hard and cynical lot
And talk of old Father Christmas
To them was a whole pile of rot.
But the odd time the myth they encouraged
And if they heard us mention his name
We knew we’d get damn all for Christmas
And Santa – he’d get the blame.