Lyrics

Way on down at the old south pole
Where the nights are long and black as coal
There?s a hostile place that?s known as Satan?s Village.

In this place there lives a gal
Make no mistake, she?s not your pal.
Instead of bringing toys she loves to pillage.

Evil Grandma Santa Claus
Doesn?t follow Santa?s laws.
If she?s on your rooftop run and hide.
She?s got trouble in her sack.
She eats children for a snack.
Better plug your chimney so she doesn?t get inside!

She?s not jolly. She?s not real fat.
Her sleigh is pulled by a red-nosed rat.
The sight of her will make your whole spine tingle

Don?t expect a candy cane
She only wants to cause you pain
She?s the living opposite of old Chris Kringle