Well, I've got a friend
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Who lives across town
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Every year when Christmas rolls around
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He gives me my Christmas presents in a paper sack
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Two hours later he wants it back
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He's an Indian Giver!
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I ran to my momma I was hollerin' and crying
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She sent me to my poppa and I ain't lying
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He gave me some advice,
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It sounded all right
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But you know that he took it back later that night
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He's an Indian Giver!
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Gonna write Santy Claus a valentine
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Please Santy Claus won't you be mine?
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When you bring around the presents in a 'leven foot sack
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Please Mr. Santy don't take 'em back!
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Don't be no Indian Giver!
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Jim: Santa, is it really you?
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Santa: Why, yes
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Jim: I've been waiting for you all night, and look at all these presents! Are they for me, Santa?
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Santa: HO HO hooold on a minute now boy. I done check my list twice and you don't get no presents
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Jim: What list? Don't tell me you're takin' them back!
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Santa: How 'bout this nice lump of coal?
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Jim: Don't tell me you're an indian giver!
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Jim: (cries)
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Santa: HO HO HO
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Jim: Not Santa
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Indian Giver
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