| He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes
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| And said «You know I’m Jesus», and I must have looked surprised
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| Because he said «Please don’t be hasty, no-one understands
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| But I’ve got a way to prove it"and he lifted up his hands.
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| He was the man who called himself Jesus.
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| For a minute I was speechless, then I looked into his face
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| With sufficient lines of sadness for the total human race
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| And I said «You must be joking"but he slowly shook his head
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| And said «That's what they all say, I might as well be dead».
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| He asked me if I knew a place where he could start to preach
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| I said «Well try a church or maybe Brighton beach»
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| And I was trying to be serious but he didn’t seem impressed
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| He said «You think I’m crazy, you’re just like all the rest».
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| I was really quite embarrassed, he was looking so sincere
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| So I said «I close the shop soon, won’t you come and have a
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| beer»
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| Then he asked me if I meant it and he smiled a funny smile
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| And he said he’d rather like that and he hung arounds a while.
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| On the way he stopped to pat little children’s heads
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| And he taught them one line prayers to say as they went off to their beds
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| But mostly they were frightened and they looked at him wide eyed
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| And when he said his name was Jesus, one girl even cried.
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| In the pub I asked him if he’d tried to see the Pope
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| And he said although he’d thought about it there was really not a hope
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| Then he said he thought he’d better go, he had some work to do
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| He said he’d come and see me in about a week or two.
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| Well after he had gone I thought of what he’d said
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| And all his funny actions they kept running through my head
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| And when I felt my mind was drowning in a sea of mud
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| It seemed his pint of beer had turned into a pint of blood |