The street lights gave off an yellow glow
On the holly and the mistletoe
You could feel the rain, coming down
And quiet starlight, hardened the ground
Till the street shone like a diamond
Look sister
Here comes a new genuine disaster
Clip-clop up the street
See the rain, feel the sleet, yeah
The cold air, unpredictable weather
Ten or twenty of us, huddled together
Hearing the braying, growing louder
Snowflakes falling fine white powder
Here come, the new kings
The hooves clack and the metal sings
Clip-clop up the street
See the rain, feel the sleet, yeah