Work, work, work.
Santa is a jerk.
All day long we work, work, work.
We do not receive any pay.
We work all day, all day.
What more is there to say?
Work, work, work.
Toys, toys, toys.
For all the girls and boys.
We make them one by one.
From sunset to the rising sun.
We’re tired and in dismay
While Santa’s on his sleigh.
It annoy, annoys, annoys
All these toys, toys, toys.
Strike, strike, strike.
It is within our right.
We want our peppermint break,
And our frosty, arctic shake.
Come on Santa do the right thing.
Make the voices of the elves sing.
We’ll make not one more bike
Because we are on strike, strike, strike.