And now little bastard, the party’s over. Bedtime!
Go away with that fucking chainsaw!
You’re hurting me much too long
I told you to go to bed
I didn’t ask you to saw off my legs
My boy got a chainsaw from Santa Claus
And now, Good God, he is the boss
Now he never wants to have a bath
Because my boy became a psychopath
And these are the things that I said:
Please listen to your dad
I will read a fairy-tale
If you are going to bed
Do you know what he said?
And these are the things that I said:
Please listen to your dad
I will read a fairy-tale
If you are going to bed
I wanted him to eat the meat I gave him for dinner, you see
But the only fuckin’ meat he wants to eat is the meat in me
I want him to stop eating me
But I shouldn’t know how
There’s a matter of fact, he’s eating me now!
My boy got a chainsaw from Santa Claus
And now, Good God, he is the boss
My boy got a chainsaw from Santa Claus
He’s eating me with curry sauce!
© 1996 Song and lyrics by Paul Schenk
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