[King Diamond] Christmas time is here again Santa needs a helping hand We cannot find his evil sheet To draw his laying for the night So all the waiting
captive Israel, That mourns in lonely exile here Until the Son of God appear Rejoice, rejoice! Emmanuel Shall come to thee, O Israel We three kings of
Christmas time is here again Santa needs a helping hand We cannot find his evil sheet To draw his laying for the night So all the waiting christmas
King Diamond] "Come they told me A newborn King to see Our finest gifts we bring To lay before the King...Oh when we come" [solo: Mike] It's Christmas
Barangrill The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right
and shined like big diamond rings Some sank into the milky way He old me about the one who led the three kings To the stable on christmas day He always
Barangrill The guy at the gas pumps he's got a lot of soul He sings merry Christmas for you just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune right
days Put the measuring away 'Cause it's Christmas And the spotlight's shining on Christmas And the spotlight's shining on us And the spotlight's shining on Christmas
plate, eating my soup Now you're on a negative vibe, then rob me Brooklyn Zu, we float through like foreign currency [Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz] Sixteen kings
Twinkle twinkle Christmas star And the way you're going Up above the world so high You're like a diamond glowing We have traveled from the east
butter then a bunch of biscuits I get chicks while you get dissed and get dismissed I get kissed like I was under missle toe on christmas Paul Wall don' got diamonds
must remember dis, if you're black an' you're rich When push come to shove, they'll take your shit Martin Luther King didn't wear a diamond ring But he
and light And all of the town folks brought presents To lay by the manger that night There were diamonds and incense And perfumes in packages fit for a king
Night time in Budapest So many people are waiting in line Darkness without a glow What a night to be watching a Christmas show What a magical mystery
forth But there's someone else we should mention If we want the whole story told He carried the first gift of Christmas More precious than diamonds or
God and friends, and lonely faces Mostly sacred places that we fucked on tour We trudged on fore Sport a grimace for the anti witness sickness Spittin candid candy Christmas
To Barangrill The guy at the gaspumps He's got a lot of soul He sings Merry Christmas for you Just like Nat King Cole And he makes up his own tune Right