Don't be no Indian giver
He's an Indian giver
Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine
Ho, ho, hold on a minute now boy
How 'bout this nice lump of coal?
Santa, is it really you? Why, yes
And look at all these presents, are they for me, Santa?
I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents
He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack
He gave me some advice, it sounded all right

Don't tell me you're an Indian giver

Please Mr. Santy don't take 'em back
She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying
Ho, ho, ho not Santa
When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack
I ran to my momma, I was hollerin' and crying
What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back
Two hours later he wants it back
He's an Indian giver

But you know that he took it back later that night
I've been waiting for you all night
Please Santy Claus won't you be mine?