Two hours later he wants it back
He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack
Santa, is it really you? Why, yes
I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents
When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack
He gave me some advice, it sounded all right
He's an Indian giver
I ran to my momma, I was hollerin' and crying
Please Mr. Santy don't take 'em back
Please Santy Claus won't you be mine?
And look at all these presents, are they for me, Santa?
She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying
He's an Indian giver
Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine
But you know that he took it back later that night
Don't tell me you're an Indian giver
Don't be no Indian giver
What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back
How 'bout this nice lump of coal?
Ho, ho, hold on a minute now boy
I've been waiting for you all night
