To me it seems like Christmas is lost ''cause it's not about celebrating anymore It's just about giving to receive And the illest thing to me about the little drummer boy Or the little drummer girl in my case, I guess Is that all that Shorty had was her drum, that's it And through her drum, 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 ah Come on, they told me A new born king to see Our finest gifts we bring to lay before the king So to honor him When we come
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 drum?
Mary nodded The ox and lamb kept time I played my drum for Him I played my best for Him Then he smiled at me, me and my drum Me and my drum
Rum pum pum pum Pa rum pum pum pum Pa rum pum pum pum (oh yeah) Pa rum pum pum pum (oh) Pa rum pum pum pum Pa rum pum pum pum (come on they told me) Pa rum pum pum pum (a new born king to see) Pa rum pum pum pum (can I play my drum for him) Pa rum pum pum pum