Bob Dylan Christmas carol (song)

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Tune of Visions of Johanna - words altered

Ain’t you just like a babe, babe, lyin’ in a manger and ponderin’?
Ain’t you just like a babe, babe, cryin’ at each stranger that might wander in?
And the state of the place makes me fret for the money you’re squanderin’.
You think you’re the King of the Earth,
the planets bow down at your birth
but you haven’t got much of a girth,
whatever, I say whatever, that’s worth.
Oh mutton and frankincense were all that these people could give
and they say you are born so that the wicked might live.

Ain’t you just like a babe, babe, one minute cryin’ then you’re happy now?
Ain’t you just like a babe, babe, one minute clean and you’re crappy now.
The guests have arrived and you decide you should dirty your nappy now
Your mother is starting to stir,
awoke by the smell of the myrrh.
They say you should give it to her
and, you know what, I concur.
Hey little drummer boy, for Jesus’ sake, put down that drum!
For that kid needs his sleep or his kingdom won’t come.

Ain’t you just like a babe, babe, lyin’ in the manger so stinkily?
Yes, you’re just like a babe, babe, your skin Winston Churchilly wrinkly,
while up in the sky, that old star has become very twinkly.
King Herod has been on the phone.
He ain’t frightened of bein’ overthrown
and he says he will leave you alone
but, if I were you, I would be goin’.
They tell me that Egypt is lovely at this time of year,
so pack up your donkey and go get the hell out of here.