Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plastic Jesus , by - Tia Blake. Release date: 29.07.2008
Song language: English
Plastic Jesus |
| Well, I don’t care if it rains or freezes, |
| Long as I have my plastic Jesus |
| Riding on the dashboard of my car |
| Through all trials and tribulations, |
| We will travel every nation, |
| With my plastic Jesus I’ll go far. |
| Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus |
| Riding on the dashboard of my car |
| Through all trials and tribulations, |
| We will travel every nation, |
| With my plastic Jesus I’ll go far. |
| I don’t care if it rains or freezes |
| As long as I’ve got my Plastic Jesus |
| Glued to the dashboard of my car, |
| You can buy Him phosphorescent |
| Glows in the dark, He’s Pink and Pleasant, |
| Take Him with you when you’re travelling far |
| I don’t care if it’s dark or scary |
| Long as I have magnetic Mary |
| Ridin' on the dashboard of my car |
| I feel I’m protected amply |
| I’ve got the whole damn Holy Family |
| Riding on the dashboard of my car |
| You can buy a Sweet Madonna |
| Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a |
| Pedestal of abalone shell |
| Goin' ninety, I’m not wary |
| 'Cause I’ve got my Virgin Mary |
| Guaranteeing I won’t go to Hell |
| I don’t care if it bumps or jostles |
| Long as I got the Twelve Apostles |
| Bolted to the dashboard of my car |
| Don’t I have a pious mess |
| Such a crowd of holiness |
| Strung across the dashboard of my car |
| No, I don’t care if it rains or freezes |
| Long as I have my plastic Jesus |
| Riding on the dashboard of my car |
| But I think he’ll have to go |
| His magnet ruins my radio |
| And if we 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 who’s 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 sight |
| 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 |
| God made Christ a Holy Jew |
| God made Him a Christian too |
| Paradoxes populate my car |
| Joseph beams with a feigned elan |
| From the shaggy dash of my furlined van |
| Famous cuckold in the master plan |
| Naughty Mary, smug and smiling |
| Jesus dainty and beguiling |
| Knee-deep in the piling of my van |
| His message clear by night or day |
| My phosphorescent plastic Gay |
| Simpering from the dashboard of my van |
| When I’m goin' fornicatin |
| I got my ceramic Satan |
| Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home |
| The women know I’m on the level |
| Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home |
| Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home |
| Leering from the dashboard of my van |
| If I weave around at night |
| And the police 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 |