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Plastic Jesus Part 2

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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 ruined 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 it

he just keeps his eye on me

and any other thing that lies behind.

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

riding on the dashboard of my car.

Though the sunshine 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 a warning.

I just drive all over town

trying my best to run them down

It's seldom that they live to see the morning

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

riding on the dashboard of my car.

His golden halo fits just right

and I use it as a sight

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

cause he has a plastic ear

The man who invented plastic saved my soul.

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

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 him a holy Jew

God made him a Christian too

paradoxes populate my car.

Joseph beams with feigned elan

from the shaggy dash of my fur lined van

a famous cuckhold in the master plan.

Naughty Mary smug and smiling

Jesus dainty and beguiling

his message clear by night or day

My phosphorescent plastic gay.

simpering from the dashboard of my van.

when I'm going a fornicating

I got my ceramic Satan

sitting on the dashboard of my van

the women know I'm on the level

thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil

leering from the dashboard of my van.

If I weave around at night

and the police think I'm tight

they 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.

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