Mary and Joe, sixteen years old, poor and pregnant and nowhere to go Mary screams, here it comes, *** the coat and the keys Merry Christmas, baby They weren't gonna make it, Joe had to think quick So he turned off the exit, it said Motel 6 But the neon sign flashed no vacancy Merry Christmas, baby Well, it wasn't pretty, they found an old shack Where they kept drums of oil stashed away in the back It ain't no St. Jude, but it's empty and free Merry Christmas, baby Well, Mary let down, said a quick prayer And Joe washed his hands and he pulled back his hair He said, I'll count it down, baby And you'll stand on three Merry Christmas, baby She started crying because of the pain And Joe watched her tears drench her body like rain He said, God, if you're there, I'll do anything Merry Christmas, baby Well, it wasn't pretty and it wasn't quick It was dirty and dangerous and painful and sick And not anything like it is on TV Merry Christmas, baby Somewhere an angel started to sing As they swaddled their saviour and cradled their king And then they held him up for the world to see Merry Christmas Merry Christmas Merry Christmas, baby