PLASTIC JESUS



I don't care if it rains or freezes, long as I have my plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car, through my trials and tribulations

And my travels through the nation with my plastic Jesus I'll go far

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car

I'm afraid he'll have to go, His magnets ruin my radio

And If I have a wreck, he'll leave a scar



Riding through the thoroughfare, with his nose up in the air

A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind

Trouble coming, he don't see, he just keeps his eyes on me

And any other thing that lies behind

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus, riding on the dashboard of my car

Though the sun shines on his back makes him peel, chip, and crack

A little patching keeps him up to par



When pedestrians try to cross I let them know whose boss

I never blow my horn or give them warning

I ride all over town, trying to run them down

And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car

His halo fits just right and I use it as a site

And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far



When I'm in a traffic jam he don't care if I say Damn

I can let all sorts of curses roll

Plastic Jesus doesn't hear, for he has a plastic ear

The man who invented plastic saved my soul

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus riding on the dashboard of my car

Once his robe was snowy white, now it isn't quite so bright

Stained by the smoke of my cigar



If I weave around at night and the policemen think I'm tight

They'll never find my bottle, though they ask

Plastic jesus shelters me, for his head comes off, you see

He's hollow and I use him for a flask

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus riding on the dashboard of my car

Ride with me and have a dram of the blood of the Lamb

Plastic jesus is a holy bar



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