All I Want for Christmas - Theocracy

Well Santa had to close up his workshop*

Sometime after Christmas '09

'Cause sadly the economy’s a mess and jobs are hard to find

It’s sad to see our holiday heroes

Struggling to just make a dime

But it’s sink or swim, 'cause the times are grim It’s like a Christmas Special

in the unemployment line…

Frosty got a job in a kitchen

And his boss is in a terrible mood

He said, «I swear I’m tossing you in the oven If you keep sweating in the food!»

Santa went to work in a coal mine

And the irony is perfectly clear

He’s got zero toys for the girls and boys

I guess we’ve all been bad this year, but oh

Empty sleighs in the snow

All overrun with mistletoe

No magic reindeer putting on a show

There’s nothing but coal in Santa’s sack

Cause he’s workin’in the mines now and breakin’his back

«I don’t know what I’m doing and I feel like a hack

And all I want for Christmas is my old job back

All I want for Christmas is my old job back!»

Tiny Tim got laid off in August

And he couldn’t pay his rent anymore

So he bounced around from town to town

And now he’s selling clothes at the Big &Tall store

Little Drummer Boy had a hard time

Just deciding what he wanted to be

He’s a fat and lazy dirty wreck, just cashing unemployment checks

And now I hear he’s working at the library…

But hey It’s a job, as they say

A lot of work, for a little pay

And I only have one wish this Christmas day…

Workin’in the coal mine, Santa Claus

Got a great big belly gettin’stuck in the wall

Got a dirty beard and a nasty cough, from

Workin’in the coal mine, Santa Claus

St. Nick Where’d ya go?

This Christmastime we’re all so low

We need to know St Nick

Where’d ya go?

Santa Claus is workin’as a coal miner

Mrs. Claus is livin’off of tips at a diner

The elves are in a sweatshop making jacket liners, oh no!

Rudolph’s whole career took a nosedive

Hanging out in seedy places at night

Now he spends his days making minimum wage

As the world’s first Living Traffic Light

Scrooge is bumming change off of shoppers

With a bucket and a donation bell

And in the finest twist of Whoville theater

The Grinch got a job as a Wal-Mart greeter

There’s nothing but coal in Santa’s sack

But he’s tightening up his belt and has a plan of attack

«I'm no good at this job, and my lungs are black

I swear this time next year I’ll have my workshop back

Next year I’ll be opening my workshop back

'Cause all I want for Christmas is my old job…»