A Gun for Christmas

Hey Santa.
I wasn’t naughty all year long, I was mostly really nice.
Didn’t kick the dog much, or give my brother lice.
So don’t bring me no red rubber ball,
Don’t want no Game Boy at all,
I want a gun, for Christmas.
Listen to me Santa, I ain’t playing around.
Got Mrs Clause right by my side, she is gagged and bound.
If you want to see her again, better leave me a brand new Mag 10,
I want a gun, for Christmas.