To me it seems like Christmas is lost
'Cuz it's not about celebrating anymore
It's just about giving to receive
And the illest thing to me about the little [bad word] boy
Or the little [bad word] girl in my case, I guess
Is that all that Shorty had was her [bad word]  that's it
And through her [bad word]  she gave Jesus her soul
There ain't no amount of riches that could ever amount to that
You know what I'm sayin'?

Ba dee ah, ba dee [bad word] on, they told me
new born king to see
Our finest gifts we bring to lay before the king
So to honor him
When [bad word] 
Oh, ra pum pum pum pum
Baby Jesus, I am a poor girl too
I have no gift to bring
That's fit to give a king
Shall I play for you on my [bad word] 

Mary nodded
The ox and lamb kept time
I played my [bad word] for Him
I played my best for Him
Then he smiled at me, me and my [bad word] Me and my [bad word] 
Rum pum pum pum [bad word] pum pum pum [bad word] pum pum pum (oh yeah) [bad word] pum pum pum (oh) [bad word] pum pum pum [bad word] pum pum pum [bad word] on they told me) [bad word] pum pum pum (a new born king to see) [bad word] pum pum pum (can I play my [bad word] for him) [bad word] pum pum pum