To me, it seems like Christmas is lost'Cause it's not about celebrating anymoreIt's just about giving to receiveAnd the illest thing to me about the little drummer boyOr the little drummer girl, in my case, I meanIs that all that shorty had was her drum, that's itAnd through her drum, she gave Jesus her soulThere ain't no amount of riches that could ever amount to thatY'know what I'm sayin'?Ba dee ah, ba dee ahCome on, they told meA newborn king to seeOur finest gifts we bring to lay before the kingSo here we comeOh, rum pum pum pumBaby Jesus, I am a poor girl, tooI have no gift to bringThat's fit to give a kingShall I play for you on my drum?Mary noddedThe ox and lamb kept timeI played my drum for himI played my best for himThen he smiled at me, me and my drumMe and my drumRum pum pum pumPa rum pum pum pumPa rum pum pum pum (oh yeah)Pa rum pum pum pum (oh)Pa rum pum pum pumPa rum pum pum pum (come on, they told me)Pa rum pum pum pum (a newborn king to see)Pa rum pum pum pum (can I play my drum for him?)Pa rum pum pum pum