We Four Kings – A Gay Parisian Carol for the Holiday Season

Sit on my lap . . .

We four dudes of Gay Paris are

Bearing booze we traverse afar

Beer in fountains, coke in mountains

Sitting in BZ’s car
 
O Bar of wonder, Bar of night

Bar with sleazy lighting right

Festive drinking, we’re all stinking

Guide us to her lusty thighs


Born a rap dude in the swamps of shame

Dub to the H it is his name

Drunk forever, ceasing never

Under-dressed and slightly crazed


O Bar of wonder, Bar of night

Bar with sleazy lighting right

Festive drinking, we’re all stinking

Guide us to her lusty thighs


Crazy legs to offer has Slim

He only drinks beer, he never drinks gin

Vertical snaking and stage a-shaking

Worship him for all his sins


O Bar of wonder, Bar of night

Bar with sleazy lighting right

Festive drinking, we’re all stinking

Guide us to her lusty thighs




Blacktooth arrives, as handsome as doom

Hair slicked back like ravens and gloom

Soloing, riffing, a little coke sniffing

Staying backstage and in the green room


O Bar of wonder, Bar of night

Bar with sleazy lighting right

Festive drinking, we’re all stinking

Guide us to her lusty thighs


Glorious now Six Guns does arise

Cigarette rolled and beautiful eyes

Has one shooter, three rums to smooth it

Now he’s drunk, so BZ drives


O Bar of wonder, Bar of night

Bar with sleazy lighting right

Festive drinking, we’re all stinking

Guide us to her lusty thighs

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