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


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