| I don’t care if it
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| Rains or freezes
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| As long as I got my
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| Plastic Jesus
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| Ridin' on the dashboard
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| Of my car
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| Through my trials
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| And tribulations
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| And my travels
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| Through the nation
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| With my plastic Jesus
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| I’ll go far
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| Ridin' down the thoroughfare
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| With a nose up in the air
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| A wreck may be ahead
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| But he don’t mind
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| Trouble comin'
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| He don’t see
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| He just keeps his eye on me
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| And any other thing that lies behind
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| With my plastic Jesus
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| Goodbye and I’ll go far
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| I said with my plastic Jesus
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| Sitting on the dashboard of my car
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| When I’m in a traffic jam
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| He don’t care if i say damn
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| I can let all my curses roll
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| 'Cos Jesus' plastico doesn’t hear
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| 'Cos he’s got a plastic ear
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| The man who invented plastic
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| Saved my soul
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| And if i weave around at night
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| Policemen think I’m very tired
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| They never find my bottle
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| Though they ask
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| 'Cos plastic Jesus shelters me
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| For his head comes off you see
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| He’s hollow and I use him like a flask
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| Woa woa woa
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| Save me
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| I don’t care if it’s dark or scary
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| Long as I got magnetic Mary
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| Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
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| I feel that I’m protected amply
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| I’ve got the love of the whole damn family
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| Ridin' on the dashboard of my car
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| With my plastic Jesus
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| I said goodbye
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| And I’ll go far
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| And i said with my plastic Jesus
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| I said sitting on the dashboard of my car
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| Outro
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| When I’m goin' fornicatin'
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| I’ve got my ceramic Satan
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| Sittin' on the dashboard of my car
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| Women know I’m on the level
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| Thanks to the wide-eyed stoneware devil
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| Sneerin' from the dashboard of my car |