Story Behind The Song

It's all about how Santa has unfortunately met an untimely demise. However, now there's no more room in Hell, Santa will walk the Earth and deliver the gifts zombie-style. Aided and abetted by the ever-rotting So Dead of course.

Song Description

In the tradition of such Christmas classics as That Slade Song and The Wizzard One comes So Dead, rocking out and "rapping" along in their own inimitable style. Once heard never forgotten - no matter how hard you try. Oh, and for those that don't know cockney rhyming slang, "brown bread" means "dead". Had to be really, didn't it?!

Lyrics

Santa: Ho, Ho, Hoooooooo...

CHORUS:

It's the greatest time of the year,
When the kids are all filled with FEAR.
Cos Santa's So Dead
Yeah Santa's brown bread
And he's creepin' up to your bed.

VERSE ONE:

Victim: Oh wow, what a surprise,
Master: It's Santa! Between my thighs!
Mantis [BACKING]: I was about four or five...
Garth: SO DEAD!
Mantis: Bringin' up the rear,
Master: GONNA GIVE
Garth: All the children the best GEAR.
Mantis [BACKING]: Wo-oh yeah-heh.
Victim: And when you hear that sleigh bell,
Mantis: We bring the sleighing hell.
Master: Tis the season to remember,
Garth: Cos it's soooooooooooo Decembeeeeeeeeeeeer!

CHORUS:

VERSE TWO:

Victim: WOOOOO YEAH IT'S BLOODY CHRISTMAS!
Garth: And ooh meh, roo many roo mist. Oh! [DISAPPOINTED THAT HE DIDN'T ACTUALLY MAKE ANY SENSE WITH THAT SENTENCE]
Mantis: Little Timmy, sulking in the corner; he wanted a bike for Christmas, instead it was murder.
Master: So it's time for us to inform yer, THERE'S ONLY ONE CHRISTMAS SOURCE, AND THAT'S SO DEAD!
Garth: And we 'ave so much CRED.
Victim [BACKING]: You're a dirty old ho'.

CHORUS:

VERSE THREE:

Mantis: Snow falling,
Master: Blood pumping,
Mantis: Hearse revving,
Mantis & Master: JUMP IN!
Victim: Now under the mistletoe we kiss,
Garth: You used lips, I used fist.
Mantis: Gonna put your meat in a stock-ck-ck-cking, cos this Chrismas
Master: Is so Goddamn rocking! Baubles of men's balls, tinsel of tit, my gift to you is a freshly curled SHIT.

POETRY RECITAL:

Master: I see a beautiful setting sun.
I'm thinking of all the fun
That we had together [SNIFFS]
Let's make that.....forever.

Mantis [BACKING]: SAAAAAAANNNNNTTTTTTTAAAAA!

CHORUS:

Master: Santa! Murder! Christmas! INTESTINES!
Garth: So Dead are cummon, So Dead are cummon, So Dead are cummon, So Dead are cummon, So Dead are cummon, So Dead are cummon, So Dead are cummon ["CUMMON" IS SUFFOLK FOR "COMING"].