We three kings of Orient are
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain,
moor and mountain,
Following yonder star.
Chorus:
O Star of Wonder, Star of night
Star with royal beauty bright
Westward leading, still proceeding
Guide us to Thy perfect light
Born a King on Bethlehem’s plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Frankincense to offer have I,
Incense owns a Deity nigh,
Prayer and praising, all men raising,
Worship Him, god most high.
Myrrh is mine,
Its bitter perfume,
Breathes of life of gathering gloom,
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone-cold tomb.
Glorious now
Behold Him arise,
King and God and Sacrifice,
Alleluia, Alleluia,
Earth to the heav’n replies.
We three kings of Orient are,
Smoking on a rubber cigar.
It was loaded,
it exploded.
BANG! [Pause].
Now we are living on Mars.
We two kings of Orient are,
Tried to smoke a rubber cigar
It was loaded,
it exploded.
BANG! [Pause].
Now we are living on Mars.
I one king of Orient are,
Puffing on a rubber cigar
It was loaded,
it exploded.
BANG! [Pause].
Now I am living on Mars.