Chorus
Has anybody seen J C
J C, J C, J C, J C.
Not since Easter Monday,
Riding on a Donkey.
Has anybody seen J C
J C, J C, J C, J C
Virgin born, head of thorn
Resurrects the dead at dawn
That J C, he’s devine
Changes water into wine.
Virgin Mary, She’s the most
She’s been fuck by the Hole Ghost
Cleans up temples it is said
Raises spastics from their bed
J C, He’s so cool
Boogies across my swimming pool
Took three loaves and five fish
Feed five thousand piece of piss
Lots of songs, raises cheers,
In the charts two thousand years
Holes in hands, Holes in Feet,
Carries his cross down the street,
Holy Ghost, He’s the most,
Gets them pissed on wine and toast,
Banished fear and gave us hope,
Went one better than the Pope,
Love he gave, faith he took,
Still the Worlds best selling book,
Save our souls, fun we poke,
Sorry God its just a joke.
J C stands five foot nine,
Plays scrum half for Palestine.
Arms out wide, feet are tied,
It’s hard to boogie when your crucified.