Da jeg var lille troede jeg på julemanden…
6. december 2013Lad os bare indrømme det: Julemanden er – først og fremmest – en skikkelse, der står i den store forbrugsfests tegn. Kommercialismens hvidskæggede galionsfigur. Hvad du ønsker, skal du få – hvis din far og mor har et arbejde osv.
The Kinks – med sangskriver Ray Davies i centrum – forstår nok at tage julen ved vingebenet og trække al forlorenhed ud af den. Det sker i sangen om “Father Christmas”.
When I was small I believed in santa claus
Though I knew it was my dad
And I would hang up my stocking at christmas
Open my presents and I’d be glad
But the last time I played father christmas
I stood outside a department store
A gang of kids came over and mugged me
And knocked my reindeer to the floor
They said:
Father christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Don’t give my brother a steve austin outfit
Don’t give my sister a cuddly toy
We don’t want a jigsaw or monopoly money
We only want the real mccoy
Father christmas, give us some money
Well beat you up if you make us annoyed
Father christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys
But give my daddy a job cause he needs one
Hes got lots of mouths to feed
But if youve got one, I’ll have a machine gun
So I can scare all the kids down the street
Father christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Have yourself a merry merry christmas
Have yourself a good time
But remember the kids who got nothin
While you’re drinkin down your wine
Father christmas, give us some money
We got no time for your silly toys
Well beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread, so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
Lyt bare her
