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 drummer boy   Or the little drummer girl in my case, I mean   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 here 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