ALABAMA lyrics - Alabama Christmas Volume II

The Little Drummer Boy

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Come, they told me pa rum pa pum pum Our newborn King to see pa rum pa pum pum Our finest gifts we bring pa rum pa pum pum To lay before the King pa rum pa pum pum Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum So to honor Him, pa rum pa pum pum When we come Baby Jesus pa rum pa pum pum I am poor boy too pa rum pa pum pum I have no gift to bring pa rum pa pum pum That's fit to give our King pa rum pa pum pum Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum Shall I play for you pa rum pa pum pum On my drum Mary nodded par rum pa pum pum The ox and lamb kept time pa rum pa pum pum I played my drum for him pa rum pa pum pum I played my best for him pa rum pa pum pum Rum pa pum pum, rum pa pum pum Then he smiled at me pa rum pa pum pum Me and my drum, me and my drum ... Me and my drum...

What You Gonna Call Your Pretty Little Baby

JOAN BAEZ "Folksingers 'Round Harvard Square"
Mary, Mary, had a little baby, Oo pretty little baby, Oo pretty little baby Glory be to the newborn king. Star a shinin', shinin' on the manger, Oo, shinin' on the manger Oo, welcoming a stranger Glory be to the newborn king. Mary, Mary, who was here who knew him, Oo, did anybody know him, The ox and the donkey they bowed right down before him, Glory be to the newborn king. Mary, what you gonna name your baby? Oo, pretty little baby, Mm, pretty little baby Glory be to the newborn king. Some call him Manuel, think I'll call him Jesus, Mm, yes think I'll call him Jesus Mm, my pretty little Jesus Glory be to the newborn king.

The Little Drummer Boy

JOAN BAEZ "Noël"
Come they told me parapapampam A new born king to see parapapampam Our finest gifst we bring parapapampam To lay before the king parapapampam Rapapampam rapapampam So to honour him parapapampam When we come Baby Jesus parapapampam I am a poor boy to parapapampam I have nothing to bring parapapampam Nothing to give our king parapapampam Rapapampam rapapampam Shall I play for you parapapampam On my drum Mary nodded parapapampam The ox and lamb kept time parapapampam I played my drum for him parapapampam I played my best for him parapapampam Rapapampam rapapampam Then he smiled at me parapapampam Me and my drum

Little Drummer Boy

NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK "Merry, Merry Christmas"
Come, they told me, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, the newborn King you'll see, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom. Our finest gifts we bring, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, to lay before the King, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, so to honor him, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, when we come. Little baby, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, I am a poor boy too, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, I have no gift to bring, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, that fit to give our King, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, so to honor him, pa-romp-pa-pom-pom, I'll play my drum. Come, they.... Little baby....

Always On Time

JA RULE "Pain Is Love"
(feat. Ashanti) [Ashanti (Ja talking)] Always there when you call (Buckshots, hah), always on time Gave you my....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my....baby [Chorus - Ashanti] Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine [Ja Rule] C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the name and love is about pain So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades And I love to see that ass in boots and shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild [With Ashanti] But we share somethin so rare, but who cares, you care [Chorus] Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a 'Dear Ja' letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care [Chorus] Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair [With Ashanti] But who cares, you care [Chorus] [Ashanti] Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my....baby be mine [Radio Announcer] Here at W-I-Z we play nothing but the hits, nothing but the hits Nothing but the muthafuckin hits

What Child Is This?

JAMIE GRACE "Christmas Together"
What Child is this who, laid to rest On Mary's lap is sleeping? Whom Angels greet with anthems sweet, While shepherds watch are keeping? This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King Whom shepherds guard and Angels sing; Haste, haste, to bring Him praise, The Babe, the Son of Mary. So bring Him incense, gold and myrrh, Come peasant, king to own Him; The King of kings salvation brings, Let loving hearts enthrone Him. This, this is Christ the King Jesus, Jesus This, this is Christ the King How I trust Him This, this is Christ the King Oh to trust Him more Feels so sweet to trust in Jesus Just to take Him at His word Just to rest upon His promise And to know "Thus saith the Lord" And to know "Thus saith the Lord" This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King This, this is Christ the King The Babe, the Son of Mary.

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