Dear Jesus, bless my daddy
Make him happy all his life
And if you will, bless mummy too
‘Cause she is daddy’s wife.

It’s only a month or two till Christmas
And I am not Santa Claus
Please listen, Mr. Jesus
‘Cause I had a little sister
And she slept there in that cot
But she doesn’t anymore, Mr. Jesus
True she’s not.

And she was such a little girl
And she didn’t cry too much
I always called her “Barbie”
And she felt so warm to touch.

But last week Barbie went away
And I’m not sure where she is
Daddy said to look, Dear Jesus
‘Cause now our Barbie’s yours.


Do you have her Mr. Jesus?
‘Cause I’d like her back a lot
I’m so lonely on my own
And she’s not in her cot.
I asked my mummy where she went
But mummy only cried

Then yesterday I heard Aunt Jean
Tell Grandma that she died
Mr. Jesus, won’t you tell me
Is Barbie there with you?
I would like her back for Christmas
She’s the only friend I’ve got
‘Cause my mummy has my daddy
And I want Barbie in her cot.

I have a little secret, Mr. Jesus
That I’ve tried so hard to keep
I’ve got a lot of mummy’s lollies
That she takes to make her sleep
I’ll sleep a lot
Then when I wake at Christmas
I’ll find Barbie in her cot.


Mr. Jesus, they taste bitter
And the lights are turning black
But when I wake at Christmas
You’ll have sent my Barbie back
Will you tell God I love him
‘Cause my teacher says I should
And I’ve tried so hard to be good


I know I am only a little boy
But I am really very strong
I would have saved you from the cross
‘Cause you did nothing wrong.


Mr. Jesus, I feel tired
My tummy’s burning, I wonder why?
Gee, it’s hurting Mr. Jesus
But I am brave, I must not cry
Mr. Jesus, stop it hurting
Daddy come and make it well
There’s my Barbie, Mr. Jesus
Look she loves me, can’t you tell?

I have stopped hurting now, Mr. Jesus
And my forehead is not hot
Mr. Jesus, won’t you let me play
With Barbie in her cot?
Tell my daddy, Mr. Jesus
And tell my mummy I told you
That we’ll both be home for Christmas
Me and Barbie too!