We Three Kings

Today, we’re revisiting the lyrics to this Christmas standard.

We three kings of orient are,

Better that we’d driven a car.

But instead,

It’s camels we’re riding,

Leaving us still afar

Oh, camels are such smelly beasts,

Offering comforts in the least.

Biting, spitting, often sitting,

Making our woes increase.

This trek it has gotten so long,

Leaving us to make up this song.

Singing, humming,

Rum, tum, tumming,

Where have we all gone wrong?

Oh, camels are such smelly beasts,

Offering comforts in the least.

Biting, spitting, often sitting,

Making our woes increase.

Still we’re bound to honor the king,

Packing gifts and assorted bling.

There’s no wrapping,

Only our yapping,

Listen to us all sing.

Oh, camels are such smelly beasts.

Offering comforts in the least.

Biting, spitting, often sitting,

Making our woes increase.

Finally the end is in sight

Any luck we’ll be there by night.

Food and toys,

Assorted joys,

As we bask in the light.

Oh, camels are such smelly beasts.

Offering comforts in the least.

Biting, spitting, often sitting,

Making our woes increase.