Ryebuck Santa

Well, I come from down Bullumbungle Way
Just to the west of W.A
On the border of West Aussie
And New South Wales
And of course, I'm a ryebuck Santa

With my reindeer and sleigh
I don't mess around
I deliver in the bush
I deliver in the town
I only go flat out
And I never slow down
And that proves I'm a ryebuck Santa

And if I don't deliver
A thousand gifts
My whole Santa outfit I will chuck on the tip
I'm a gun Father Christmas
And I don't take any lip
I'm a dinkum ryebuck Santa

There a Santa at Myer's
In the Magic Cave
But I know for a fact
That his name is Ugly Dave

He plays the whoopiе cushion
And the kids all misbehave
And hе'll never be a ryebuck Santa

And if I don't deliver
A thousand gifts
My whole Santa outfit I will chuck on the tip
I'm a gun Father Christmas
And I don't take any lip
I'm a dinkum ryebuck Santa

There's a Santa down the mall
And I heard him say
That I could not deliver all my prezzies in a day
So I gave him a cripple nipple
And I took off in my sleigh
'Cause I'm one mean ryebuck Santa

There's a two-bit Santa in the Royal Arcade
He needs a good wash
And a shower and a shave
He's a total disgrace
To the Father Christmas trade
And he'll never be a ryebuck Santa

And if I don't deliver
A thousand gifts
My whole Santa outfit I will chuck on the tip
I'm a gun Father Christmas
And I don't take any lip
I'm a dinkum ryebuck Santa

And if I don't deliver
A thousand gifts
My whole Santa outfit I will chuck on the tip
I'm a gun Father Christmas
And I don't take any lip

I'm a dinkum ryebuck Santa

I'm a dinkum ryebuck Santa