Christmas Rappin' - Kurtis Blow

Don’t you give me all that jive about things you wrote before I’s alive

'Cause this ain’t 1823 -- ain’t even 1970

Now I’m the guy named Kurtis Blow and Christmas is one thing I know

So every year just about this time, I celebrate it with a rhyme

Gonna shake it, gonna bake it, gonna make it good

Gonna rock shock clock it through your neighbourhood

Gonna read, gonna sing it till it’s understood

My rappin' bout to happen like a knee you’ve been slapping

Or a toe you’ve been tapping on a hunk of wood

Bout a red-suited dude with a friendly attitude

And a sleigh full of goodies for for the people on the block

Got a long white beard, maybe looks kind a weird

And if you ever see him, he could give you quite a shock

Now people let me tell ya bout last year

When the dude came flying over here

Well, the hog was out, snow’s on the ground

Folks stayed in to party down

The beat was thumping on the box, and I was dancing in my socks

And the drummer played at a solid pace

And a taste of the bass was in my face

And the guitar player layed down a heavy layer

Of the funky junky rhythm of the disco beat

And the guy with the 88's started to participate

And I could sure appreciate a sound so sweet

We were all in the mood so we had a little food

And a joke, and a smoke, and a little bit of wine

When I thought I heard a hoof on the top of the roof

Could it be or was it me?

I was feeling super fine

So I went to the attic where I thought heard the static

On the chance that the prance was somebody breaking in

But the noise on the top was a reindeer clop

Just a trick St. Nick, and I let the sucker in

He was rolly, he was poly, and I said, «Holy moly!

You got a lot of whiskers on your chinny chin chin»

He allowed he was proud of the hairy little crowd

On the point of his jaw where the skin should’ve been

Gets cool for a fool going out every Yule

For a day on a sleigh when the cold went low

So the beard may be weird but I’ll never have it sheared

Cause it’s warm in the storm when it’s ten below

I said, «You're right, it’s cold tonight

But can you stop for a drop before you go?»

He said, «Why not if the music’s hot?

And I’ll chance a dance beneath the mistletoe»

So he went downstairs and forgot his cares

And he rocked the spot and danced like a pro

And every young girl tried to rock his world

But he boogie oogie oogied til he had to go

And before he went, this fine old gent

Brought a gift with a sift through his big red bags

In the top or the bottom, he reached in and got 'em

Toys for the boys, for the girls glad rags

And the grownups got some presents too

A new TV and a stereo

A new Seville 'bout as blue as the sky

The best that money couldn’t buy

'Cause money could never ever buy the feeling

The one that comes from not concealing

The way you you feel about your friends

And this is how the story ends

The dude in red’s back at the Pole

Up north where everything is cold

But if he were right here tonight

He’d say, Merry Christmas and to all a good night