Soldiers marching ta-rata-ta-ta the streets of Bethlehem, ta-rata-ta-ta a little king to find ta-rata-ta-ta for Herod's peace of mind, ta-rata-ta-ta rata-ta-ta, rata-ta-ta since the wise men spoke ta-rata-ta-ta of a star. Soldiers knocking ta-rata-ta-ta on doors of Bethlehem, ta-rata-ta-ta obeying Herod's will ta-rata-ta-ta all infant boys to kill, ta-rata-ta-ta rata-ta-ta, rata-ta-ta paying well to know ta-rata-ta-ta where they are. Soldiers marching ta-rata-ta-ta away from Bethlehem, ta-rata-ta-ta to Herod telling lies: ta-rata-ta-ta rata-ta-ta, rata-ta-ta Jesus whom they seek ta-rata-ta-ta is afar.