It was none the less a year or two ago
That I didn't believe in him anymore
Nor that I ever believed in God anyway
Or in a 35-hour working week
Yet , overcome by remorse
I had put my Santiag shoes in front of the fireplace
Seeing that it was the 24th December
Maybe Santa Claus would shows up , who knows ?
Well , he did come , but my bad ...
Because of the TV-antenna
He had his legs entangled
And he'd fallen into the chimney
He exploded his bones against the floor
On my cute carpet of cinderblocks
There was soot and molars everywhere
Santa Claus is a moron !
My dear Santa Claus
Who came down from the sky
Go back to it as soon as possible
Before I slap your face
Before I give you a thrashing
Before I blow up your head !
I asked of him as gifts
A police officer panoply
A super Meccano box
And a membership card of the French Socialist Party
He frankly brought me nothing
Maybe he hadn't received my letter
Maybe I didn't use the right postage stamp
That works on his planet
Yet he wasn't ashamed at all
He already ruined my carpeted floor
He then collapsed on my sofa
And he got drunk with Pastis
He drank the whole bottle
Himself alone , this bastard !
He did the same with the wine
Santa Claus is a boozer !
My dear Santa Claus
Who came down from the sky
Go back to it as soon as possible
Before I slap your face
Before I give you a thrashing
Before I blow up your head !
He was drunk like a Polish , this guy !
He made a hell of a noise
He ransacked the whole house
Singing vulgar songs
He ravaged my plantations
All my harvest of Herbes de Provence
And please forgive me for the term
But he puked on it ! What elegance !
He left around 5 AM
With my boots and my black leather jacket
He also stole my axe
He just left me a huge mess
Luckily , my wife wasn't there
But if she'd been there he would have been gone with her
I don't wanna ever see him again in my house
I'm telling you : Santa Claus is a bastard !
My dear Santa Claus
Who came down from the sky
Go back to it as soon as possible
Before I slap your face
Before I give you a thrashing
Before I blow up your head !
Come on now , get out ...
Get outta here !
Because I tell you first that :
you're not even the true Santa Claus !
You're rather a true burglar , yeah !
Have you ever saw a black Santa Claus ?
It doesn't even exist !
God is black , that's for sure .
But Santa Claus is normal : he's white !
No , no ! Not the boots !
Yeah it's ok for the leather jacket
But not for the boots .
Please , I'm gonna call the Police , now ...
Please don't be stupid , leave out .
- What ? What did you say right now ?
No but it's not about what I said right now ...
If you can see , guy , I think that ... Well ! You see ?
- Don't you understand ?!
It's not that I'm attached to the boots ...
If you want them , I give them to you , Man !
But please not the leather jacket ...
What ? You want both ? Well ... Yeah okay ! No problem !
It's alright for the boots and the leather jacket ...
What ? My wife ? Yeah , she's up there .
You wanna see her ? Okay ... Dominique !
There's a guy down here that wanna see you ...