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"indian giver" Lyricsby Squirrel Nut Zippers Buy album CD: Christmas Caravan "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!"
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