Texty: Newton Faulkner. Other. Full Fat.

It's hard to see the light
when the fridge door is closed.
Tip-Toe down the hall,
open the door,
found out that God is a small sausage roll.
I fall and I crawl and I break
and I'm dreaming of Avril Lavigne.
Oh, Devil Eyes, Short skirt and thighs
and I'm on my knees again.

Santa Claus is green
He's not caffeine free
You want full fat
Fill that limousine
I got no cash card, no car, no name
And adverts don't tell me what I need
He's green and not caffeine free
You want full fat
Fill that limousine
I got no cash card, no car, no name
yeah.

Don't read directly into the sun
and the skybox is rotting your brain,
they maintain,
your antigrity fill you up
nothing more that you can do
sometimes.

I found the door, but my mind is naturally banana, i turn off the tv
so i read a book about television
i put on my shoes me coat
my hat and try to leave the house
but its all to much coz the grass is so green
so i run back inside and i turn on the screen

He's green
He's not caffeine free
You want full fat
Fill that limousine
I got no cash card, no car, no name
And adverts don't tell me what I need
He's green and not caffeine free
You want full fat
Fill that limousine
I got no cash card, no car, no name
yeah.

Dib dob dib dob dib dooooble dee dar etc..

Santa Claus is green
He's not caffeine free
You want full fat
Fill that limousine
I got no cash card, no car, no name
And adverts don't tell me what I need
He's green and not caffeine free
You want full fat
Fill that limousine
I got no cash card, no car, no name
And adverts don't tell me what I need

He's green and not caffeine free
You want full fat
Fill that limousine
I got no cash card, no car, no name

Azooda dee oww owww



(Thanks to lzbth1806 for correcting these lyrics)