Well, since the talks broke down
There's no one to polish the sled.
And tonight is the night
That sugarplums dance in each little head.

Now Santa can't give that bike (give that bike)
Because there's an elfin labor strike.
So he need elves, does Santa,
Elves to fetch and make the work start.

"Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike!"

Elves needs Santa,
Elf help needs Santa. . . .
Elves needs Santa, yeah,
Or the sleigh won't depart.

There was gonna be a strike;
They'd failed negotiation gabs
Santa sought some other guys--
Gnomes, trolls, heathens--
To come manage as scabs.

"Santa: Anti-Labor Guy!" (anti- guy)
Non-placid placards read, held none too high.
We need more gelt, please, Santa,
Gelt--we're squeezed, so please have a heart.
(Shoulda unionized from the start.)

"Strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike, strike!"

Gelt, please, Santa
Elf gelt, please, Santa. . . .
Elves seize Santa, yeah,
Then ransom demands start.