Mary, why you ridin' me - so late
It's kinda hard to trot right now
Mary, why we making this real - long trip
I gotta hee-haw cuz there's too big a crowd

Well, this inn says - there's no room
And he is telling the truth
I guess we'll have to try the next one
But wait he says we've got a place, out in the back
It probably reeks
If you make a trip to the stable
Maybe you'll find a place to sleep
Don't cry
Mary, somehow we'll get by
I tell you, girl, we've got to be grateful
For the straw in the manger

It's funny that you're laboring tonight
And yes, the baby is due
And does he know his purpose, do we?
Will we raise him right?
No, I don't think we have a clue

Well, the oxen - have made room
I think he'll fit here, don't you
I guess we really have to make do
It's really strange to see him there, swaddling clothes
He looks so sweet
Coming from the babe in the manger
Saving the world will make us weep
And I,
Wish he didn't have to die
But, tell the world, someday you'll be thankful
For the babe in the manger

"For unto you is born this day, city of Dave"
The shepherds shrieked
Coming from a chorus of angels
Hearing their song, it made them leap
Make haste
They didn't let it go to waste
They hurried down to look at their savior
Just a babe in the manger
(There's a star up in the sky)
So tell the world, go look at your Savior
He was born in a stable

Mary, why you smilin' now - so late