Lyrics
That's right, party people, Dana Dane is back
Hurby's behind the board of the 24 track machine
Making sure the beats come out clean
As I tell you this tale of a Christmas scene
It all began in a far-off land
Do you know the Drummer Boy? Well, I'm the Rapper Man
I wandered and wandered with no main course
Drawn to a campsite by some strange force
Now, in this camp lived three wise men
They said, "Dana Dane, where have you been?"
They said that they had been expecting me
Told me to kick off my sandals and relax my feet
We started to talk, a lot of time was spent
Tellin' how emcees wouldn't be content
'Til the Christmas spirit was gone and demolished
And I was the only one who could abolish their plan
So I took a stand
But they said I must journey across the land
I said, "Listen, my friends, I'll be glad to go
But the sand out there is worse than snow
The first wise man said, "Yes, that's true"
To protect my feet, gave me Bally shoes
The second wise man said, "Yes, you're right"
And gave me a Kangol to shade my eyes
The third wise man, leaning on a cane
Said, "Take this mic, rapper Dana Dane"
He said that the mic would help my words
Of Christmas cheer be clearly heard
Got to get, got to get
Got to, got to, got to get money
Well, I started my journey at the first light
I travelled the desert for a fortnight
I sighed, I tried, the North Star my guide
Pulled my Kangol over my eyes
Took off my Bally's, dumped the sand on the side
Put my Ballys back on and continued my stride
Off I went through the sand and mist
Taking all types of chances and all kinds of risks
It was Christmas Eve, time was growing short
Then I came upon the place that I had sought
Went up to the door, straight in the palace
Faces were filled with contempt and malice
Up on the stage, what did I see?
That's right, party people, a sucker emcee