Presents
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                                   Sean Altman
                             Arrangement: Sean Altman
                             Lead vocal: Sean Altman
 
 My... present, my my presents.
 Fork it up, give it over, deliver the goods now, presents.
 Feed my desire for cool possessions
 Wrap it up make a mega-donation in my direction.
 Oh you gotta get in the spirit of the occasion, mama
 And if it isn't one, make one up, yeah
 Just as long as I got something to flaunt
 And I'm gettin' what I want... hey!
 
 I'm not needy; I'm just greedy,
 And if my vision of the world is skewed maybe my eyes are too
 beady.
 I won't leave it if I can't take it
 And it I can't keep it all to myself I'd rather break it.
 
 Oh, and if your brain is strained and you can't be creative, Daddy,
 Open your wallet I'll take the cash, yeah;
 Quality or quantity
 Long as I'm gettin' the whole hog.
 
 I know, you'll padlock it; or even hock it;
 You got the littlest dinosaur arm and the damnedest deepest
 pockets!
 So who's more twisted or more blacklisted?
 You got me, the menace of greed and you, the lord of all
 tightfisted.
 
 But if you bend with the breeze and cut loose the bounty baby,
 Well maybe then I won't eat you up
 Box the spoils with a bow and a bonnet and believe it or not,
 believe it or not...
 
 I won't even thank you!  Presents!