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Down in the workshop all the elves were making toysFor the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boysWhen the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to deathHad a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breathFrom his beard to his boots he was covered in ammoLike a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide RamboAnd he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"The night Santa went crazyThe night Saint Nick went insaneRealized he'd been getting a raw dealSomething finally must've snapped in his brainWell the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb itEverywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and CometThen he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostageAnd he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausageHe got Dancer and Pancer with and old German LugerAnd he slashed down Dasher just like Freddy KruegerThen he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued BlitzenThen he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"The night Santa went crazyThe night Kris Kringle went nutsNow you can't hardly walk around the North PoleWithout stepping in reindeer gutsThere's the National Guard and the FBIThere's a van from the Eyewitness NewsAnd helicopters circling 'round in the skyNow the bullets keep flying the body count's risingAnd everybody