Bob Noxious was born in a time when Christmas meant something.
The commercial hype of this time of year has angered Bob, who now thinks the true meaning of Christmas has been lost. To mark this, BOB NOXIOUS has returned to make sure you know his thoughts on Santa Claus!! Recorded at Charlton Farm Studio By Louie Nicastro, Produced by George Allen (The Wurzels) Thanks to the children of County Primary School for the backing vocals, Sil Wilcox for his backing vocals, Guitars by Alan Wilson, Max Bisgrove, Neil Taylor and The Wurzels for giving Bob a break on ' Never Mind the Bullocks,!
Bob's manager
LYRICS:
FUCK OFF SANTA
WORDS AND MUSIC BOB NOXIOUS:
VERSE 1
Every Fucking Year, I hear the Reindeers Hooves, Landing on my tiles and fucking up me roof, but this year will be different, I’ve set a gert big trap, as soon and shit face comes around he'll get a fucking slap...
CHORUS
Father Christmas is a Queer
If he's not fucking men it’s Reindeer
All the Children know you lies
You’re in Disguise you eat mince pies
You bearded twat, you’re covered in Flies,
FUCK OFF SANTA
Get your Fucking act together!!!!
VERSE 2
He was coming down the chimney when I caught him by surprise, I saw the fucking wanker nicking my mince pies, so I kicked him in the bollocks and broke up all his toys, he turned to me and gave a sigh, 'they're for the girls’ and boys'
CHORUS
Father Christmas is a Queer
If he's not fucking men it’s Reindeer
All the Children know you lies
You’re in Disguise you eat mince pies
You bearded twat, you’re covered in Flies,
FUCK OFF SANTA
Breakdown:
(BOB) What do you think you’re doing in my house you big bearded bastard??, my kids think you’re a twat!!
(SANTA) But it’s Christmas
(BOB) What did you say?
(SANTA) Nothing
(BOB) Go on, bugger off back to Lapland
CHORUS REPEAT
Father Christmas is a Queer
If he's not fucking men it’s Reindeer
All the Children know you lies
You’re in Disguise you eat mince pies
You bearded twat, you’re covered in Flies,
FUCK OFF SANTA
(repeat)
End
(BOB) Go on bugger off back to Lapland you dirty yuletide Bastard..............
WHERE'S ME FUCKING SHERRY
WORDS AND MUSIC BOB NOXIOUS:
Santa clause, Santa clause, riding on his sleigh
All the children tucked in bed, tomorrows' Christmas day
But they don’t know, they don’t know, they don’t know a thing
As soon as he lands on your roof, this is what he’ll sing:
CHORUS
Where’s me fucking sherry? and who ate all the pies?
Who told you I don’t exist? it’s all a fucking lie!
I’m only here to fuck your mum and empty my big sack
And when I’ve finished shagging her you better mind your back
VERSE 2
Santa clause, Santa clause, nice sack full of toys
He’d rather be down the pub, making lots of noise
But they don’t know, they don’t know, they don’t know a thing
As soon as he comes in your house
This is what he’ll sing...
CHORUS
Where’s me fucking sherry? and who ate all the pies?
Who told you I don’t exist? it’s all a fucking lie!
I’m only here to fuck your mum and empty my big sack
And when I’ve finished shagging her you better mind your back
(GTR SOLO)
Santa Clause, Santa Clause, what a dirty guy
He’ll drink your Christmas Sherry down and eat up all your pies
So, run away, lock the doors, when you see him land,
Cause when you let him in your house , his cock is in his hand
CHORUS REPEAT.. ho ho ho Merry Christmas!! |