Indian Giver

Well, I've 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

He's an Indian Giver!

I ran to my momma I was hollerin' and crying

She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying

He gave me some advice,

It sounded all right

But you know that he took it back later that night

He's an Indian Giver!

Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine

Please Santy Claus won't you be mine?

When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack

Please Mr. Santy don't take 'em back!

Don't be no Indian Giver!

Santa, is it really you?

Why, yes

I've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! Are they for me, Santa?

HO HO hooold on a minute now boy. I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents

What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back!

How 'bout this nice lump of coal?

Don't tell me you're an indian giver!

HO HO HO

Not Santa