Weihnachtsbert Klausson

Fuck
 Santa is late again
 And his poor little helpers are working frantically to save his lazy ass
 Stuffing the sack
 Tying the reindeer fast in their tracks
 Stuffing the pathetic fatman to place in his sleigh
 Takeoff
 Mid flight he begins to wake
 From his drunken slumber
 Flailing, screaming, flying through the air
 Spilling klapps and äting kôrv
 Crash down the chimney
 Exploding through the fireplace
 Reindeer and klapps in a pile of mush
 A cylinder of flesh has entered their dwelling
 Spruting toddy and julaskink
 From his gaping wounds
 Ho-ho-ho you mätherfäkers
 Finns det nå snälla barn här
 Tomten är full
 Tomten är full
 Tomten är full
 Och nu jävlar ska ni få
 Tomten är full
 Tomten är full
 Tomten är full
 Och nu ska ni fan dö
 He sees you when you're sleeping
 He knows when you're awake
 And now he's gonna skewer you
 Upon a polka-stake
 With Christmas tree in hand
 And fire in his eyes
 He puts upon the Christmas tree
 A human Christmas star
 With what is left of Rudolph
 He slops and flops away
 He leaves behind a mayhem
 And a very merry Christmas to all