Wrap? You wan’ a wrap??
(in background) paffft chhh paffft chhh
A Mansion State of Mind
By Big Mugsy
Yeah, yeah. Ayo, jellies, it’s time.
It’s time, jellies (aight, jellies, begin).
Straight out the ugly dungeons of wrap.
The paper drops deep as does my gift.
I never tired, ‘cause to tired is the mama of rift.
Beyond the walls of presents, life is defined.
I think of christmas when I’m in a mansion state of mind.
In a mansion state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The green paper?
You complain about wrapping.
I gotta love it though – somebody still speaks for the newspaper.
I’m wrappin’ to the tag,
And I’m gonna move your drag.
Red, huge, cold, like a ribbon
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were papa fitzgibbon.
I can’t take the wrapping, can’t take the bow.
I woulda tried to sleep I guess I got no crow.
I’m wrappin’ to the drag,
And I’m gonna move your tag.
Yea, yaz, in a mansion state of mind.
When I was young my mama had a skyscraper.
I waz kicked out without no gold paper.
I never thought I’d see that gaper.
Ain’t a soul alive that could take my mama’s taper.
Thinking of christmas. Yaz, thinking of christmas (christmas).
In my mansion state of mind.