Yeah, Jesus is a friend of the family
and he picks up the paper for us
and on Sunday he cooks us breakfast
Jesus Christ, your pancakes are good

Mary used to live across the street
till one day her tummy got fat
she swore she never been with no man
It all depends on who you ask

Yeah, cause' Joseph used to work in our basement
he hammered himself a hole in the wall
tiny circle big enough for one eye,
he used it to stare at Mary at night

And me and my sister Kathy
we used to listen up in the kitchen
we would pretend we were just playin' cards
but we were listening to the beatin' of his heart

Till one day Mary's house grew dark
and the hammering in the basement stopped
and a long black car drove past
we swore could never last

And we found a little baby on our doorstep
just as cute as a baby could be
he had a name tag wrapped around his neck
it said hi I'm Jesus Christ, can you take care of me?

So now Jesus is a friend of the family
yeah, he picks up the paper for us
and on Sunday he cooks us breakfast
Jesus Christ, your pancakes are good
Jesus Christ, your pancakes are good
Jesus Christ, your pancakes are good


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