Child King (Parody of "Wild Thing") - ApologetiX

Work with all the sheep -- that’s my prime source of money

So when the sheep get dumb I can go and I find where they’re runnin'

Most were sound asleep -- I saw this curly sheep was jumpy

In the blink of an eye, she got mesmerized and went to discover something

Went to use my shepherd’s crook, she headed for the briars

I said, «There's something goin' on, baby girl» and «I'm gonna find ya»

She took a little spill and fell -- she slipped, poor little thing

I went to free my sheep in her moment of need

And that led us to the Child King

Child King

Child King

Shocking as it was, looking awesome, way up high

I saw this person it was not some bird but if he had to he just might fly

He looked at me, «A child,» he said, «that God sent is born tonight»

'Cause there’s hope for thee, I bring goodwill and peace and news of Christ

So I turned into a mouse — I think that dude could hover

I feared before but yo, here’s some more

I looked up and there were some others

I didn’t know what to say — all those angels on the wing

But they sang a tune — and I was quite moved

And I left to view the Child King

Child King

I left to view the Child King

Child King

Please, baby, baby, please

You’d possibly expect they’d bling Him out with all this hype

But when me and the crew went to his digs

He wasn’t really the rich-guy type

Saw this precious little babe cryin', lyin' on a bed of straw

This sweet young miss, though, gave Him a kiss

And I knew that she was His ma

She took us to their living room — it was part outside

He didn’t glow but He fit the profile

I made up my own mind

I couldn’t get Him off my thoughts

It was … a dramatic thing

But that’s what happened to a lot of us after

From viewin' the Child King

Child King

We went to view the Child King

Please, baby, baby, please

Child King!

You know that Kid’ll grow and I mean no disrespect

But sometimes some Christians want Him to stop

So they’re spared His blood and death

They want Him to come and stay

A cute and little prince

But if He’s still a child He can’t save you later, and forgive your sins

So when there’s snow at Christmas

Let’s look at it another way

Our sins are whiter than snow because He took the toll

We weren’t prepared to pay

He was all alone when He set the tone

When they killed Him one spring

He needed to be older

To make you holy

'Cause a babe can’t do that kind of thing

Save us?

Yo, suffering’s not for kiddies

That swaddlin' babe?

Just wait about 30 years

Catch Him at Easter, baby

Child King!