CGCG
I'm a Christmas Unicorn, in a uniform made of gold
CGAmD
With a billy-goat beard, and a sorcerer's shield, and mistletoe on my nose
CGCG
Oh, I'm a Christian holiday, I'm a symbol of original sin
CGAmD
I've a pagan tree, and a magical wreath, and bow-tie on my chin
CGCG
Oh, I'm a pagan heresy, I'm a tragical Catholic shrine
CGAmD
I'm a little bit shy, with a lazy eye, and a penchant for sublime
CGCG
Oh, I'm a mystical apostasy, I'm a horse with a fantasy twist
CGAmD
Though I play all night, with my magical kite, people say I don't exist
CGCG
For I make no full apology for the category I reside
CGAmD
I'm a mythical mess, with a treasury chest, I'm a construct of your mind
CGCG
Oh, I'm hysterically American, I've a credit card on my wrist
CGAmD
And I have no home, or a field to roam, I will curse you with my kiss
CGCG
Oh, I'm a criminal pathology with a history of medical care
CGAmD
I'm a frantic shopper, and a brave pill popper, and they say my kind are rare
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But I've seen others in the uniform of a unicorn just like me
CGAmD
We are legions wide, and we choose no sides, we are masters of mystique
CGCG
For you're a Christmas Unicorn, I have seen you on the beat
CGAmD
You may dress in the human uniform, child... But I know you're just like me
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.