Lyrics
We are the elves, we work in Santa's workshop
We work all day to build your toys
Dolls and trains and bright red fire engines
And soft Teddy Bears for the girls and boys
It's a great place to work. Santa's such a clown
But when he's been drinking, you'd better keep your head down.
Tote that barge! Lift that bale!
I'll make you midgets scream and wail!
I'll bury my boot so deep inside,
You'll gasp for breath and taste rawhide!
When we get tired, Mrs. Santa makes us
Hot chocolate, cookies, and candy for our break
She tucks us in at night, and tells us bedtime stories
About happy children on Christmas day.
She loves us all and pats our little heads
But when her monthly time's around, I'd rather be out in the shed!
Pick those clothes up off the floor!
What do you think, I'm your own whore?
You've got another think coming, for sure!
Now, back up 'fore I go hardcore!
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