When Jesus Came To Play

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