J.: Innkeeper - please don't let us down -
We've tried every other inn in town!!
As you see my wife is miles around
And soon her Son'll drop to the ground!
I.: What, are you nuts? Haven't you yet been
Made aware that "there's no room at the inn"?
J.: But Sir, though, our taxes paid, now we are poor,
Couldn't you just let us crash `hind your door?
I.: I'd like to be kind but the rich folks have said
"Don't be lettin' no poor folks have a bed."
And the rich folks pay the bills - so it is -
You know we've got to look out after our biz.
M.: Oh - Ohhh - Ah - Ahhh - Oh - Ohhh - Ohhh -
Oh - Ohhh - Ah - Ahhh - Oh - Ohhh - Ohhh - Ohhh!
High-pitched Voice from Mary's Stomach:
Oh let me be born in a warm room Sir!
I won't even mind if it's only a manGER!
J.: Oh no! My wife Mary is about to give birth
to a most important Baby for all planet Earth!
I'll ask one more time, for whatever it's worth
Can you give me, her, and your God a berth?
Else we'll be homeless all the night long
And to do that to God would surely be wrong.
I.: You're "homeless"? Why didn't you say so before?
I had presumed you just disgustingly poor!
Our company policy says there are enough
Grounds for me to offer you free stuff.
So what'll it be: T-shirts, chips, fuzzy dice?
Travel mugs, baseball caps, boxes of instant rice?
Ash trays, fanny packs, hand-painted coasters?
No folks I'm sorry we don't carry toasters.
You want the chips? Here you go and from me
a couple of cigs.
Now both of you get jobs if you really
want good digs.
And so it might have been if then were now.
They say times are better but I'm not sure how.
Copyright Dr. Wes Browning