Hey Santa Claus(Tabs)

	        Transcribed by: Ian... [email protected] 
 
Tuning: Standard, open chords, barre F chord 
Also: Please, once again excuse any foul language. 
 
Intro and finerpicking parts... I play it sort of like this... 
The chords or patterns may not be exact but if anyone can correct me please do. 
It sounds fine playing it this way though. 
This gives you the basic chord pattern too.. 
ocultar tablatura
   C               F       C         F       C       D       G let ring 
e -0-------0-----0-1-----1-0---------1-----1-0-----0-2-----2-3----------- 
b -----1-------1-------1-----------------1-------1-------3--------------- 
g ---0---0---0-------2-----------------2-------0-------2----------------- 
d ---------------------------------------------------0------------------- 
a -3---------------3-------3---------3-------3--------------------------- 
e -----------------------------------------------------------3----------- 
 
   C               F       C         F       C       G        C strumed 
e -0-------0-----0-1-----1-0---------1-----1-0-----0-3--------0---------- 
b -----1-------1-------1-----------------1-------1---------0--1---------- 
g ---0---0---0-------2-----------------2-------0---------0----0---------- 
d -----------------------------------------------------0------2---------- 
a -3---------------3-------3---------3-------3----------------3---------- 
e ---------------------------------------------------3-------------------
 
 
Verse 1 (intro and fingerpick) 
      C                               F           C 
Quite often I get ta thinkin', how as kids we got by, 
        F                 C             D                      G 
Like at Christmas time at our house, we couldn't even afford a fire. 
    C                                F               C 
But we made do with what we had back then when I was young, 
F                  C                G                  C 
Dad used to suck a peppermint, we'd all sit 'round his tounge. 
   C                                 F                 C 
We couldn't afford no sparkly tinsel for our Christmas tree, 
   C                   F              D                 G 
So we'd just wheel old grandad in and make the old cunt sneeze. 
C                             C 
(wheel him 'round the other side nana) 
C                                       F              C 
Things change pretty bloddy quick I got kids now of me own, 
F                           C            G                C 
And I heard 'em unrap their prezzys last night when I got home. 
 
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Chorus (strummed) 
strum pattern goes sort of like this for chorus and verses: 
   C    C    C    C    F    F    C    C and so on... 
e ---0x---0x---0x---0x---1x---1x---1x--------------x-- 
b ---1x---1x---1x---1x---1x---1x---1x--------------x-- 
g ---0x---0x---0x---0x---2x---2x---2x--------------x<==Denotes quick palm mutes. 
d ---2x---2x---2x---2x---3x---3x---3x--------------x-- 
a -3----3----3----3----3----3----3----3--------------- 
e ----------------------------------------------------
 
    C                      F                  C 
Hey Santa Clause you cunt, where's me fuckin' bike? 
     F                 C                      D              G 
I've unrapped all this other junk and there's nothin' that I like. 
  C                              F               c 
I wrote ya' fuckin' letter and I come ta' see ya twice, 
   F            C             G                 C   
Ya worn out jeriatric fart ya forgot me fuckin' bike. 
 
Verse 2 
        C                                F             C 
If I'da wanted a pair of bloody thongs I woulda bloody asked, 
         F               F                     D                 G 
And this cowboy suit and ping pong set you can shove right up ya arse. 
   C                               F                 C 
Ya stuffed me bloody order up it's enough to make ya spew, 
         F                 C          G              C (go to fingerpicking again)   C  C 
But it's not just me who's snakey, me sister's dirty too. 
 
Verse 3 (little girl voice) 
    C                      F                  C 
Hey Santa Clause you cunt, where's me fuckin' pram? 
    F                 C                   D              G 
You promised me you'd send me one and you remember who I am. 
       C                               F                 C 
'Cause I'm da widdle girl why you made sit right on your hand. 
     F                C           G                 C 
I'll give you fuckin' ho ho ho ya forgot me fuckin' pram. 
 
Verse 4 (back to strumm pattern) 
     C                               F               C 
Next time I come ta see ya I'm gunna punch ya in the guts, 
         F              C                       D             G 
And I'll let ya fuckin' reindeer loose and kick Rudolf in the nuts. 
C                                    F                C 
You just wait till next year when ya get back to that store, 
    F                C           G                    C 
And me and me little sister come stompin' through the door. 
C        C 
(and we'll say... yeah... you wait for it...) 
 
Verse 5 
    C                                       F                   C 
Hey mums and dads just smell his breath and check his bloodshot eyes, 
          F             C               D                G 
And don't listen to him boys and girls 'cause he tells fuckin' lies. 
            C                                F             C 
He's just a piss tank and a pervert and he's not even very bright, 
       F               C       G                 C 
'Cause the old fuckin' wanker, forgot me fuckin' bike. 
 
Chorus 
    C                      F                  C 
Hey Santa Clause you cunt, where's me fuckin' bike? 
     F                 C                      D              G 
I've unrapped all this other junk and there's nothin' that I like. 
  C                              F               c 
I wrote ya' fuckin' letter and I come ta' see ya twice, 
   F            C             G                 C   
Ya worn out jeriatric fart ya forgot me fuckin' bike. 
 
(fuckin' dob you in you old cunt, tell me old man on you, 
   he'll punch your fuckin' lights out, I saw mummy sucking Santa Clause)