You lift your eyes on Christmas morn
I arrive to your house
I knock on your door and you're up and about
And I meet you at the tree

We open presents first
Just us two
But I've already given my gifts to you

We go to my parents' house
For the big doin's
We open presents there with everyone
A pounding outside beckons

It's my final gift to
You my dear
Twelve drummers drumming bring you to tears

My true love, I hope it's good
You can hear it past the neighborhood
Their big bass tones replace your heart beat
And they control the movement of your feet