Mary’s got a little rock-n-roller
‘Neath her dress
A special being
Who’ll never settle for less
She’s frightened
But no bother
She’s gonna make me a father
A little rock-n-roller
Inside her womb
Certain to brighten
Up any room
What’s ahead for this little man
As He enters a weary, troubled land?
A King…
A Leader, say some
Let His Kingdom come
Is any wish too high for a Son
Who comes from such an innocent one?
Will He let the captive free
Or be nailed upon a tree?
She feels the tiny heartbeat
Before the world will know His name
She cannot see tomorrow
Or where this little life will reign
She only knows He chose her
To carry Heaven’s greatest plan
A mother holding history
Inside her gentle hands
Mary’s little rock-n-roller
Wish the Father could have told her
Of the fate…
Of what lies ahead
Mary’s little rock-n-roller
Concentrate while I hold her
Once were mates…
Now we’re parents instead
Copyright © 1977 Dave-Michael Valentine
Oh, my. This song caused me so much grief. Mary and I decided to start off our marriage with a child in tow. Out intention was to become pregnant on our wedding night, and as far as we know we were successful. Immediately, I made up a muppet-style voice for my son, “Nathanial Del” and starting talking with him through Mary’s tummy.
We were just getting involved in the ministry back then, and I became fascinated at what must’ve been going through the Mother Mary’s mind in these early pre-birth moments. And our hopes for Nat’s potential future could have been similar…
So, I put all that in a blender, hit puree and Mary’s Little Rock ‘n’ Roller popped out, before Nat did. I got to play it exactly three times in public, before it was labeled the worst Christmas song of all time, and it was banned.
Not the first time I felt misunderstood by my peers.
~ Dave-Michael Valentine