From early in November to the last week of December 
I got money matters weighing me down 
Oh the music may be merry, but it's only temporary 
I know Santa Claus is coming to town

In the days I work my day job, in the nights I work my night 
But it all comes down to working man's pay 
Getting ready, I'm getting ready, ready for Christmas Day

Reverend Gates:
Getting ready for Christmas Day. 
And let me tell you, namely, the undertaker, he's getting ready for your body 
Not only that, the jailer he's getting ready for you. 
Christmas Day. Hmm? And not only the jailer, but the lawyer, the police force 
Now getting ready for Christmas Day, and I want you to bear it in mind. 

I got a nephew in Iraq it's his third time back 
But it's ending up the way it began 
With the luck of a beginner he'll be eating turkey dinner 
On some mountain top in Pakistan

Getting ready, oh we're getting ready 
For the power and the glory and the story of the 
Christmas Day

Reverend Gates:
Getting ready, for Christmas Day. Done made it up in your mind that I'm going, 
New York, Philadelphia, Chicago. 
I'm going, on a trip, getting ready, for Christmas Day. 
But when Christmas come, nobody knows where you'll be. 
You might ask me. I may be layin' in some lonesome grave, getting ready, for Christmas Day. 

Getting ready oh we're getting ready 
For the power and the glory and the story of the 
Christmas Day 
Yes, we're getting ready

Reverend Gates:
Getting ready, ready for your prayers, 
“I'm going and see my relatives in a distant land.” 
Getting ready, getting ready for Christmas Day. 

If I could tell my Mom and Dad that the things we never had 
Never mattered we were always okay 
Getting ready, oh ready, ready for Christmas Day 
Ready, getting ready 
For the power and the glory and the story of the 
Christmas Day