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To me, it seems like Christmas is lost |
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'Cause it's not about celebrating anymore |
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It's just about giving to receive |
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And the illest thing to me about the little drummer boy |
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Or the little drummer girl, in my case, I mean |
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Is that all that shorty had was her drum, that's it |
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And through her drum, she gave Jesus her soul |
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There ain't no amount of riches that could ever amount to that |
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Y'know what I'm sayin'? |
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Ba dee ah, ba dee ah |
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Come on, they told me |
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A newborn king to see |
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Our finest gifts we bring to lay before the king |
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So here we come |
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Oh, rum pum pum pum |
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Baby Jesus, I am a poor girl, too |
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I have no gift to bring |
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That's fit to give a king |
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Shall I play for you on my drum? |
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Mary nodded |
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The ox and lamb kept time |
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I played my drum for him |
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I played my best for him |
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Then he smiled at me, me and my drum |
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Me and my drum |
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Rum pum pum pum |
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Pa rum pum pum pum |
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Pa rum pum pum pum (oh yeah) |
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Pa rum pum pum pum (oh) |
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Pa rum pum pum pum |
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Pa rum pum pum pum (come on, they told me) |
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Pa rum pum pum pum (a newborn king to see) |
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Pa rum pum pum pum (can I play my drum for him?) |
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Pa rum pum pum pum |
