I’m Rudolph and I quit.
Just who’s he think he is?
That little fat cunt sat back in the sleigh,
crackin’ that f*ckin’ whip.
And me stuck up the front, with these other useless
cunts,
Stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho.

(Chorus)
Ho ho f*cking ho,
What a crock o’ shit,
We all work for Santa Claus,
We’ve had enough, we quit.
Cos we do all the f*ckin’ work while he stars in the
show,
Stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho.

And what about us elves,
we’ve had enough as well,
workin’ in that freezing factory, it’s cold as f*cking
hell,
we work until we drop, with our bollocks freezin’ off,

stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho.

(Chorus)
Ho ho f*cking ho,
What a crock o’ shit,
We all work for Santa Claus,
We’ve had enough, we quit.
Cos we do all the f*ckin’ work while he stars in the
show,
Stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho.

I’m Santa Claus’ wife,
I know what he’s really like,
sneakin’ into them little kid’s rooms
he’s a f*ckin’ paedophile,
A devious old drunk,
and I’m married to the cunt,
So stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho.

(Chorus)
Ho ho f*cking ho,
What a crock o’ shit,
We all work for Santa Claus,
We’ve had enough, we quit.
Cos we do all the f*ckin’ work while he stars in the
show,
Stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho.
Stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho.
Stick yer Christmas up yer arse, ho ho f*cking ho