Here Comes Kwanzaa Claus,
Here Comes Kwanzaa Claus,
Right Down Kwanzaa Claus Lane.
He doesn’t know whose home to visit,
It’s a made up holiday.
Ron Karenga’s just a felon*,
Beatin’ up on his hos.
So the price you pay for being an ass,
Is a “holiday” no one knows.

Here Comes Kwanzaa Claus,
Here Comes Kwanzaa Claus,
Right Down Kwanzaa Claus Lane.
We’ve got candles that look like Menorahs*,
Are we Jewish or African?
Matunda ya kwanza*; Hakuna matata,
They both sound the same to me.
So if Jesus is psycho and should be shunned*,
I whom do you believe?

(interlude)

Here comes Kwanzaa Claus,
Here comes Kwanzaa Claus,
Right down Kwanzaa Claus lane.
He doesn’t ride a sleigh with reindeer
It’s a ’69 Fairlane
No bells ringing, just the blinging
Of his pimped out ride
Move to the right or you’ll get squashed
‘Cause he takes those turns real wide

Here comes Kwanzaa Claus
Here comes Kwanzaa Claus
Right down Kwanzaa Claus lane
Jackson and Sharpton and all their lackeys
Playing the race game
You’ll get sued if you don’t show
Some sensitivity
Just write your check to Rainbow Push
Then Jesse just might leave

[interlude]

Peace on earth will come to all
If we stop frettin’ ‘bout race
So let’s give thanks to the Lord who loves
Both you and me the same
So let’s give thanks to the Lord who loves
Both you and me the same