Indian Giver Lyrics - Squirrel Nut Zippers

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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