| I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of mine
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| When he door came off its hinges like a cork from fizzy wine
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| He said, My name is Jesus: I’m the leader of the band
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| Got to set up my equipment, if you boys can lend a hand
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| Oh yeah. |
| When Jesus came to play
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| He set that bandstand jumping. |
| Yeah, and he cranked it up so loud
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| And he moved up to the microphone: had the attention of the crowd
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| He said, My name is Jesus: going to turn your head around
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| I’m going to make this easy. |
| Got no time to mess around
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| Oh yeah. |
| When Jesus came to play
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| I got no twelve disciples, and I got no cross to bear
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| If you thought they had me crucified, I guess you weren’t there
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| Oh yeah. |
| When Jesus came to play. |
| When Jesus came…
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| He sang about three or four numbers, but we’d heard it all before
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| We boys were getting restless: no girls were moving on the floor
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| Those parables, they were merciless and the tables overturned
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| And there were no minor miracles
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| But false prophets they were burned
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| Well, maybe he was Jesus;
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| But his hair could have used a comb
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| Long before he hit the last notes, we boys had all gone home
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| Oh yeah. |
| When Jesus came to play
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| Oh Jesus, is it really you? |