A child was born it was on
Christmas morn
Nineteen eighty six A.D.
His mother was poor and the
wolf at the door
Said "Your baby Is coming
with me."
Up in the heavens the Star
Wars begin
And the warlords get fatter
while the children get thin
Then the door slowly opens,
the wolf slouches in
Oh where can the wise men
be?
Where can the wise men be?
A child was born it was on
Christmas morn
Who could know what he'd grow
up to be.
© 1985 Paul Kaplan, Paul Kaplan Music (ASCAP)
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