Well, Ive 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
Hes an indian giver!
I ran to my momma I was hollerin and crying
She sent me to my poppa and I aint lying
He gave me some advice,
It sounded all right
But you know that he took it back later that night
Hes an indian giver!
Gonna write santy claus a valentine
Please santy claus wont you be mine?
When you bring around the presents in a leven foot sack
Please mr. santy dont take em back!
Dont be no indian giver!
Jim: santa, is it really you?
Santa: why, yes
Jim: Ive 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 dont get no presents
Jim: what list? dont tell me youre takin them back!
Santa: how bout this nice lump of coal?
Jim: dont tell me youre an indian giver!
Jim: (cries)
Santa: ho ho ho
Jim: not santa