Текст песни 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!

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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!"