little drummer boy-translated and updated
"Come", they told me; -the mail was so slow.
"pa-rum-pum-pum pum
A new born King to see. -Do they make crowns that small?
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Our finest gifts we bring, -anything from that Roman’s Neiman Marcus’ store?
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To lay before the King. -What, no Fed-X?
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So to honour Him -maybe throw a party in the carribean.
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When we come."- It is proper etiquette to be a few minutes early for the Lord.
"Baby Jesus, -newborns are so cute.
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I am a poor boy too. -The average hedge fund manager now makes $383 million dollars a year.
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I have no gifts to bring- same old problem, what to buy a king.
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That's fit to give the King; -a Pat Boone cd?
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Shall I play for you- something from Andrew Lloyd Webber?
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On my drum?"- damn it, I forgot my sticks.
Mary nodded,- nothing for me?
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The ass and lamb kept time.- white animals can’t dance.
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I played my drum for Him, -too loud, next time please bring a flute.
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I played my best for Him; -Keith Moon was my tutor.
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Then He smiled at me,- and then I had to change his diapers.
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Me and my drum.- An odd couple. Maybe you should find a young and pretty Pharisee.
Additional lyrics:
Come, mom called me pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Down to Florida pa-rum-pum-pum pum
The weather is so warm pa-rum-pum-pum pum
You, my first born son pa-rum-pum-pum pum
I called the airlines pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Oh, what a schlep this is pa-rum-pum- pum
There, they greeted me pa-rum-pum-pum pum
With hugs and kisses first pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Then they said to me pa-rum-pum-pum pum
You are too skinny pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Your hair is much too long pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Dad, is driving me pa-rum-pum-pum pum
We are on the highway pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Our speed is 35 mph pa-rum-pum-pum pum
They live ten miles away pa-rum-pum-pum pum
It takes an hour pa-rum-pum-pum pum
The kitchen table is full of food pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Eat, they order me pa-rum-pum-pum pum
I am full; I say pa-rum-pum-pum pum
But the key lime pie they say pa-rum-pum-pum pum
I fly home today pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Twelve pounds heavier pa-rum-pum-pum pum
I’m not even tan pa-rum-pum-pum pum
I must rid myself pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Of weight and neurosis gained pa-rum-pum-pum pum
A new year’s pledge I make pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Though I love them so pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Next year in San Juan pa-rum-pum-pum pum
Me and my Tums.
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1 comments:
Dave,
I loved this. Billy and I were reading it.
Remember the Bocci Club?
any musing about us aging baby boomers?
Love,
Diane
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