[cheery Christmas music playing]
"The Night Santa Went Crazy" in ASL
song by Weird Al Yankovic
[cheery Christmas music continues]
Down in the workshop, all the elves are making toys
{down-there elves make toys}
for the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys.
{for good girls, boys, not-Jewish}
The boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death,
{Santa appeared, elves scared}
had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath.
{Santa big-gun, drunk}
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
{Santa covered-with bullets}
like a big, fat, drunk, disgruntled Yuletide Rambo.
{fat, drunk, mad Christmas soldier}
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
{big-smile, twinkle-in-eye}
'Merry Christmas to all, now you're all gonna die!'
{say M-C everyone, now everyone die}
The night Santa went crazy, the night St Nick went insane;
{that night Santa angry, become crazy}
realized he'd been getting a raw deal,
{why? realize bad bargain}
something finally must've snapped in his brain.
{fed-up, brain broke}
Well the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it;
{village gone, BLOWN-UP}
everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet.
{everywhere reindeer, piece here, piece there}
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage,
{elves, Santa tie-up, set-aside}
and he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage!
{grind-up Rudolph, make sausage}
He got Dancer & Prancer with an old German Luger,
{shoot, shoot, die, die}
and he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger!
{grab-reindeer, slash-throat}
And he picked up a flame-thrower and he barbecued Blitzen,
{lift-gun, shoot-flames}
and he took a big bite and said, 'It tastes just like chicken!'
{grab-food, take-bite, taste like chicken}
The night Santa went crazy, the night Kris Kringle went nuts,
{that night Santa angry, become crazy}
now ya can't hardly walk around the North Pole without stepping in reindeer guts.
{now walk-around, step-in reindeer blood everywhere}
There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
{there National Guard, there F.B.I.}
There's a van from the Eyewitness News,
{there reporter, film scene, feel sick}
and helicopters circling 'round in the sky.
{helicopters-in-sky}
And the bullets are flying, the body count's rising,
{shoot-shoot-shoot, die-die-die}
and everyone's dying to know, oh Santa WHY?
{all wonder, why Santa why?}
My, my, my, my, my, my - you used to be such a jolly guy.
{used-to-be guy happy}
[sounds of guns, screams, reporters, 
and more cheerful Christmas music]
Yes Virginia, now Santa's doing time
{yes, children, too bad}
in a federal prison for his infamous crime.
{now Santa caught, prisoner}
Hey little friend, now don't you cry no more tears:
{hey, no, don't-cry}
he'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years!
{if Santa good, free 700 years}
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous,
{now reindeer still-here nervous, need therapy}
and the elves all got jobs working for the postal service!
{elves all work P.O.}
And they say Mrs Claus, she's on the phone every night
{every-night Santa wife call lawyer}
with her lawyer, negotiating the movie rights! They talk about:
{negotiate make movie about}
The night Santa went crazy, the night St Nicholas flipped!
{that night Santa angry, become crazy, flip}
Broke his back for some milk and cookies;
Why? Milk, cookies, what? that's all?
sounds to me like he was tired of getting gypped.
{fed-up, cheated}
The night Santa went crazy, the night St Nick went insane;
{that night Santa angry, become crazy}
realized he'd been getting a raw deal,
{why? realize bad bargain, cheat}
something finally must've snapped in his brain.
{fed-up, brain break}
Oh-ohh, something finally must've snapped in his brain!
{sick-of-it, sick-of-it, sick-of-it}
I tell ya, something finally must've snapped in his brain.
{I-tell-you, Santa finally fed-up, brain break}
{bye-bye Christmas}
