Wakin’ up the donkey,
toddler kickin’ in the womb, tonight.
Tiny town of Bethlehem,
no one’s got a spare room, that’s right.
Mary’s feelin’ labor pains,
Joseph’s askin’ for a spot inside.
Innkeeper is overflowed,
points ’em to the barn, “It’s… nice.”.
Pre‑Chorus.
You’ll never see the newborn King.
until you hit that straw‑floor overload.
You’ll never know the joy He brings.
until you kneel down low where shepherds go.
Chorus.
Highway to the Manger Zone,
gonna take a ride into the Manger Zone.
Verse 2.
Star is burnin’ overhead,
ancient holy GPS at night.
Shepherds on the graveyard shift,
angels drop a “DO NOT FEAR” in lights.
Glory crankin’ up to ten,
sheep are baaa‑king out in pure wide‑eye.
“Peace on earth, the King is born!”.
Everybody sprints to stall 2‑5.
Pre‑Chorus.
You’ll never say, “Emmanuel”.
until you feel that stable overflow.
You’ll never hear the angels yell.
until you’re face‑down low in hay and snow.
Chorus.
Highway to the Manger Zone,
ride on through the night into the Manger. Zone.
Bridge
Wise men with the gift bags,
Google‑mapping with a star so bright.
Herod wants a status ping,
“Tell me when you find this Child, all right?”.
Frankincense and gold and myrrh,
showin’ up like VIP front row.
Mary’s in her house‑coat,
Joseph’s like, “We didn’t clean, you know.”.
Final Chorus (double)
Highway to the Manger Zone,
gonna take you right into the Manger Zone.
Highway to the Manger Zone,
better bring a coat, it’s a drafty zone.
