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