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"Come On Santa"
3-Track CD EP

This, The Wurzels third CD single, was released on December 16th 2001 on the Recognition record label, catalogue number CDREC22. It entered the UK charts on 22 December 2001 for 1 week at number 98.

  Song Lyrics

The Band Line-Up:

At the time of the recording of this single The Wurzels consisted of Pete Budd, Tommy Banner, John Morgan and Dave Wintour.

Track Listing:

  • 1. Come On Santa! (Get Yer Act Together) Radio Edit
  • 2. Come On Santa! (Get Yer Act Together) X-rated
         version
  • 3. Drink Up Thy Zider (previously unreleased live version). 


The Tracks:

There were three tracks on this CD - Come On Santa! (Get Yer Act Together) Radio Edit, Come On Santa! (Get Yer Act Together) X-rated version and Drink Up Thy Zider (live version). This last track was a previously unreleased recording of this Adge Cutler classic. The first two tracks were credited to Wurzels/Allen/Willcox/Nicastro, with the sleeve design also by (Louie) Nicastro, with the x-rated version also appearing the 'Never Mind The Bullocks' CD album in 2002.

The Disc & Sleeve:

The standard CD release was as shown with yellow font on a red background - the typeface used, which appeared on the previous CD release 'Come On Santa', became the standard typeface used on Wurzel music releases and publicity material.

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The CD case insert was on thin glossy card, single-side printed with information as shown below.
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Collectors' Extras

Nice clear example of a signed copy of 'Come On Santa' autographed following a Christmas gig by all four members of the band playing that night, and thanks to Peter May for this example.

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Come On Santa (Get Yer Act Together)  - Promo CD Tracks Lyrics                      

Come On Santa 

Every Christmas Eve, I hear the reindeer's hooves
Landing on me tiles, and breaking off me roof
But this year will be different, as soon as he comes 'ere
He'll drop his sack and eat me pies and drink up all me beer

(Chorus)
Father Christmas isn't here
Cos he's sneaked off down the pub to have a beer
Everybody knows he lies, he eats our pies in his disguise
His beard is false and covered in flies
Come on Santa

Get yer blooming act together! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Last year down the chimney, I caught him by surprise
I saw the greedy bugger, he were nicking my mince pies
He asked me for some cider, and then in just one stroke
He ate me pies, drank two pints and threw up down his coat oh!

(Repeat chorus)

Ooh arr ooh arr, ooh arr ooh arr

What do you think you'm doing in my house you big fat bearded bugger?
Every bloomin' year's the same, innit

But it's Christmas!

Ooh arr ooh arr, ooh arr ooh arr

What did you say boy?

Nothing oooh

Go on then, p*** off back to Lapland!

(Repeat chorus twice)

Altogether now!

Father Christmas isn't here (isn't here)
Cos he's sneaked off down the pub to have a beer (have another me mucker)
Everybody knows he lies, he eats our pies in his disguise
His beard is false and covered in flies
Come on Santa
Father Christmas isn't here (ooh arr ooh arr)
Cos he's sneaked off down the pub to have a beer (another beer) (ooh arr ooh arr)
Everybody knows he lies, he eats our pies in his disguise (ooh arr ooh arr)
His beard is false and covered in flies
Come on Santa

(Repeat chorus three times)

Go on then, p*** off back to Lapland!















































Lyrics Kindly transcribed by E.Bryant,
Verified by Professor Wurzel

Come On Santa (x-rated version)

Every Christmas Eve, I hear the reindeer's hooves
Landing on me tiles, and breaking off me roof
But this year will be different, as soon as he comes here
He'll drop his sack and eat me pies and drink up all me beer

(Chorus)
Father Christmas isn't here
Cos he's sneaked off down the pub to have a beer
Everybody knows he lies, he eats our pies in his disguise
His beard is false and covered in flies
Come on Santa

Get your bloomin’ acts together, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Last year down the chimley, I caught him by surprise
I saw the greedy bugger, he were nicking my mince pies
He asked me for some cider, and then in just one stroke
He ate me pies, drank two pints and threw up down his coat, oh

(Repeat Chorus)

Ooh arr ooh arr, ooh arr ooh arr

[Spoken]
What do you think youm doing in my house you big fat bearded bugger
Every bloomin’ year's the same innit
But it's Christmas
Ooh arr ooh arr
What did you say boy?
Nothing
Go on then, piss off back to Lapland

(Repeat Chorus x 2)

[Shout] Altogether now

Father Christmas isn't here (isn't here)
Cos he's sneaked off down the pub to have a beer (have another me mucker)
Everybody knows he lies, he eats our pies in his disguise
His beard is false and covered in flies, come on Santa
Father Christmas isn't here (ooh arr ooh arr)
Cos he's sneaked off down the pub to have a beer (another beer) (ooh arr ooh arr)
Everybody knows he lies, he eats our pies in his disguise (ooh arr ooh arr)
His beard is false and covered in flies, come on Santa

(Repeat Chorus x 3)

Go on then, piss off back to Lapland




Drink Up Thy Cider

Drink up yer cider George, pass 'un round the mug
Drink up yer cider George, the garden ver nigh dug
Thee cheeks been getting redder, from Charterhouse to Cheddar
An' there's still more cider in the jug

(Chorus)
Drink up thee cider, drink up thee cider
For tonight we'll merry be (merry be)
We'll knock the milk churns over
An' roll 'em in the clover
The corn's 'alf cut an' so be we

Drink up yer cider George, thee bissent going far
Drink up yer cider George, you'm lookin' quite a star
There dung all over yer taters
An' 'alfway down yer gaters
An' there's still more cider in the jar

(Repeat chorus)

Drink up yer cider George, an' get off up the mat
Drink up yer cider George, put on your Sunday hat
Cos we're off to Barrow Gurney
For to see my brother Ernie
An' there's still more cider in the vat

(Repeat chorus)

Everybody!

Drink up thee
Cider
Drink up thee
Cider
For tonight
For tonight we'll merry be (merry be)
We'll knock the milk churns over
An' roll 'em in the clover
The corn's 'alf cut an' so be we

(Repeat chorus)

Right everybody, hands above your head now, come on
Everybody get 'em up there

And so be we.

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