Christma-Hanu-Rama-Ka-Dona-Kwanzaa Songtext

They celebrate over there
The time of year we celebrate over here

No matter what your creed or color
You're sure to have a real good time
A definite "yes" to answer the question, "Can't we all get along?"
Let's sing a Christma-Hanu-Rama-Ka-Dona-Kwanzaa song

Humanity is drifting in an icy sea of strife
The giant quilt of life
Is crazy, so's my wife

But even as all things are dying, one event can steer
The moribund toward more abundant cheer

It's Christma-Hanu-Rama-Ka-Dona-Kwanzaa
What a happy heterogeneous holiday
In places near and far
Wherever the heck you are
You'll find that they can revel the day away
No matter what your race or religion (or lack thereof)
You're sure to have a festive night (or eight or twelve)
A seasonal way for neighbors to say, "How could we have been so wrong?"
Let's sing a Christma-Hanu-Rama-Ka-Dona-Kwanzaa song

So don a party hat
And kill the calf that's fat
And throw a Roman Saturnalia

And when winter turns to spring
And nature does her thing
You'll be wearing frilly frocks,
Resetting all your clocks
For Floralia-Holi-Easter-Passo-Vernal-Equinox

What a pan-humanic extravaganza
What an ethni-cultu-religio jubilee
They're all joining hands in disparate lands to form a harmonious throng
And sing a Christma-Hanu-Rama-Ka-Dona-Kwanzaa song

So lay aside your crushing load of earthly misery
To sing a Christma-Hanu-Rama-Ka-Dona-Kwanzaa song with me