The Night Santa Went Crazy chords and lyrics - WEIRD AL YANKOVIC

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]Down in the
workshop all the [G]elves were mak[D]in' toys
For the [G]good gentile girls and the
[D]good gentile boys
When the boss busted in,
nearly [G]scared 'em [D]half to death
Had a [G]rifle in his hands and cheap
[D]whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots
he was [G]covered [D]with ammo
Like a [G]big fat drunk disgruntled
[D]Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a
[G]twinkle in his [D]eye
"Merry Christ[G]mas to all,
now you're [D]all gonna die"
[G]The nig[D]ht

[Verse 2]
[A]Santa went [D]crazy
[G]The nig[D]ht St.[A] Nick went insan[D]e
[G]Rea[D]lized he'd been
[A]gettin' [D]a raw deal
[G]Something fin[D]ally mus[A]t
have snapped in his [D]brain

[Verse 3]
Well, the [D]workshop is gone now,
he decided to bomb it
Every[G]where you'll find pieces
of Cu[A]pid [D]an d Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he
[G]held the [D]elves hostage
And he [G]ground up poor Rudolph
[Asus4]into rein[D]deer sausage
He got [G]Dancer [D]an d Prancer with
an [G]old German [D]Luger
And he [C]slashed up Dash[G]er
[A]just like Freddy [D]Krueger
And he [G]picked up [D]a f[G]lamethrower and he
barbequed Blitzen
[D]And he too[C]k a big bite and[G] said,
[A]"It tastes just like chick[D]en"

[Verse 4]
[G]The nig[D]ht San[A]ta went cra[D]zy
[G]The nig[D]ht Kri[A]s Kringle went nut[D]s
Now [G]you can[D]'t hardly walk
[A]around the Nor[D]th Pole
[G]Wit[D]hout steppin' in [A]reindeer gut[D]s

[Verse 5]
[C]There's the National Gua[G]rd and
the [D]FBI[A][D][A]
There's a [C]van from the
Eyewitness [G]News
And helicopters [D]circlin'
[A]'round in the sky
And the bul[Bm]lets are flyin',
the [G]body count's risin'
And [E]everyone's dyin' to [A]know,
oh Santa, [D]why?
My my my my my [Asus4]my
You used [A]to be [D]such a [A]jolly guy
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[Verse 6]
[D]
Yes, [A]Virginia, now [D]Santa's doing time
In a [G]Federal prison for his [A]infamous [D]crime
Hey little friend [A]now,
don't you [D]cry no more tears
He'll be [G]out with good behavior
in seven [Asus4]hundred m[D]ore years
But now [G]Vixen's in ther[D]apy and
[G]Donner's still [D]nervous
And the [C]elves all got [G]jobs [A]working
for the Postal Ser[D]vice
And they [G]say [D]Mrs. Clause,
she's on [G]the phone every [D]night
With her [G]lawyer negotiating
[A]the movie right[D]s

[Verse 7]
They're talkin' [G]bout,
the [D]night [A]Santa went [D]crazy
[G]The nig[D]ht St.[A] Nicholas fli[D]pped
[G]Broke his[D] back for som[A]e
milk and [D]cookies
[G]Sounds [D]to me like [A]he was tired
of get[D]tin' gypped

[Verse 8]
Whoa [G]oh, the [D]night [A]Santa went [D]crazy
[G]The[D] night St.[A] Nick went insan[D]e
[G]Rea[D]lized he'd get[A]tin' a raw[D] deal
[G]Something fin[D]ally mus[A]t
have snapped in his [D]brain
[C]Whoa oh, something fi[G]nally [A]must
have snapped in his [D]brain
Tell ya, [C]something fi[G]nally must
[A]have snapped in his [D]brain
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