I met them all on Christmas eve,
The loonies who are biased,
All singing to some bearded man,
Hosanna in the highest,
Then I saw the Jesus child,
My head it gave a whirl,
But my heart still lies with Mary,
She is my Christmas girl.
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I met them all on Christmas eve,
The loonies who are biased,
All singing to some bearded man,
Hosanna in the highest,
Then I saw the Jesus child,
My head it gave a whirl,
But my heart still lies with Mary,
She is my Christmas girl.
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