Album: Bad Hair Day
Song: The Night Santa Went Crazy

Down in the workshop

all the elves were makin' toys

For the good Gentile girls

and the good Gentile boys

When the boss busted in,

nearly scared 'em half to death

Had a rifle in his hands and

cheap whiskey on his breath

From his beard to his boots

he was covered with ammo

Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo

And 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 crazy

The night St. Nick went insane

Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal

Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now

he decided to bomb it

Everywhere you'll find pieces

of Cupid and Comet

And he tied up his helpers

and he held the elves hostage

And he ground up poor Rudolph

into reindeer sausage

He got Dancer and Prancer

with an old German Luger

And he slashed up Dasher

just like Freddie Krueger

And he picked up a flamethrower

and he barbequed Blitzen

And he took a big bite and said,

"It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy

The night Kris Kringle went nuts

Now you can hardly walk around the North Pole

Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.

There's a van from the Eyewitness News

and helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky

And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'

and everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?

My my my my my my

You used to be such a jolly guy

-Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doing time

In a federal prison for his infamous crime

Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears

He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years

But now Vixen's in therapy

and Donner's still nervous

And the elves all got jobs

working for the postal service

And they say Mrs. Claus,

she's on the phone every night

With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights-

They're talkin' 'bout - the night Santa went crazy

The night St. Nicholas flipped

Broke his back for some milk and cookies

Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy

The night St. Nick went insane

Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal

Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Wo, something finally must have

snapped in his brain

Tell ya, something finally must have

snapped... in his brain

*Extra Gory Version*

Down in the workshop

all the elves were makin' toys

For the good Gentile girls

and the good Gentile boys

When the boss busted in,

nearly scared 'em half to death

Had a rifle in his hands and

cheap whiskey on his breath

From his beard to his boots

he was covered with ammo

Like a big fat drunk

disgruntled Yuletide Rambo

And 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 crazy

The night St. Nick went insane

Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal

Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Well, the workshop is gone now

he decided to bomb it

Everywhere you'll find pieces

of Cupid and Comet

And he tied up his helpers

and he held the elves hostage

And he ground up poor Rudolph

into reindeer sausage

He got Dancer and Prancer

with an old German Luger

And he slashed up Dasher

just like Freddie Krueger

And he picked up a flamethrower

and he barbequed Blitzen

And he took a big bite and said,

"It tastes just like chicken!"

The night Santa went crazy

The night Kris Kringle went nuts

Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole

Without steppin' in reindeer guts

There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.

There's a van from the Eyewitness News

and helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky

And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'

and everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?

My my my my my my

You used to be such a jolly guy

Yes, Virginia, now Santa Claus is dead

Some guy from the S.W.A.T. team

blew a hole through his head

Yes, little friend now

He has his brains on the floor

Guess you won't have the fat guy

to kick around anymore

Well now there's no more presents

for the children's enjoyment

And the elves gotta stand in line

to file for unemployment

And they say Mrs. Claus

she's on the phone every night

With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights

They're talkin' bout--the night Santa went crazy

The night St. Nicholas flipped

Broke his back for some milk and cookies

Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped

Wo, the night Santa went crazy

The night St. Nick went insane

Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal

Something finally must have snapped in his brain

Wo, something finally must have

snapped in his brain

Tell ya, something finally must have

snapped... in his brain