Lyrics:
Always under pressure and never getting no help,
Everybody loves Santa and understanding themselves.
At the pole it's so cold although that's where we dwell.
No man can understand the kinda pressure on elves.
You gotta be reasonable our jobs are only seasonal,
You may not think it's feasable might think it's odd.
But we work 9 months for Santa and then take summer jobs.
With Santa on vacation in his Lexus in Texas,
The mess is the rest of us got the best of us infesting.
Working at Mickey D's might be bringing your mail,
Fed Express, UPS, some you just can't tell.
Recognize I emphasize these feelings myself,
I'm here to spell the message about the repression of elves.
The situation we live in as in our working conditions,
The chairs we sit in too close for partitions.
All our hard work with no recognition,
But every year at Christmas it's presents you're wishing.
We get no sick days, no paid holidays,
We work for weeks on end without taking a break.
One thing you can't concieve in us, we don't do things that's devious,
You might not even believe in us, some don't think we exist,
You question what is this, we manage our business,
Recognize I emphasize these feelings myself,
I'm here to spell the message about the repression of elves.
Recognize I emphasize these feelings myself,
I'm here to spell the message about the repression of elves.