IN A DRUGSTORE, I WAS PERUSIN’ A LITERARY MAGAZINE--OK
I WAS LURKIN’, I WAS LEERIN’, AT A PENTHOUSE NAKED SCENE
WHEN I SAW HIM, THROUGH THE WINDOW, WITH A BEARD AND
                                                              LONG, DARK HAIR
HE WAS DRINKIN’ AN ESPRESSO AND HE GAVE ME SUCH A STARE
HE HAD A TATOO ON HIS SHOULDER OF A LADY DRESSED IN BLUE
A SANDWICH IN HIS POCKET ENOUGH FOR ME AND YOU

FAT JESUS, ON A BICYCLE, CARRYIN’ A HEAVY LOAD
FAT JESUS, ON A BICYCLE, BETTER USE THE CROSSWALK
                                     [HE DON’T NEED NO BACKTALK]
FAT JESUS, ON A BICYCLE, PLAYIN’ OUT HIS GOD-GIVEN ROLE
BABY, WON’T YOU SAVE MY SOUL

I WAS OUTSIDE DOIN’ YARDWORK, ISN’T IT JUST A PAIN?--OK
I WAS PEEPIN’ THROUGH HER WINDOW AT MY FINE NEIGHBOR
                                                             MARYJANE
WHEN I SAW HIM, THROUGH THE BUSHES, RIDIN’ IN THE CULdeSAC
HE WAS SWEATIN’ QUITE PROFUSELEY WITH THAT WOODEN
                                                           CROSS ON HIS BACK
AND THE HOUSEWIVES WHO WERE JOGGIN’, THEY LEFT HIM IN
                                                               THE DUST
I HEARD ONE SAY TO THE OTHER “YOU KNOW NIKE’S ARE A MUST

FAT JESUS...............
OOO   OOO  OOO  FAT JESUS
          OH, MAMA, DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT THIS MEANS
OH, PAPA, DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO THINK
I DON’T NEED NO TEACHER, I GOT MY CHUBBY PREACHER
 

IT WAS SUNDAY, IT WAS RAININ’, COMIN’ DOWN LIKE CATS& DOGS
IN THE DENNY’S, FOLKS WERE EATIN’, SWALLOWIN’ THEIR
                                                           CUT UP HOGS
IN THEIR BLUE SUITS, IN THEIR PANSY PRINTS, TALKIN’ ‘BOUT
                                              THE MOTHER-IN-LAW
WHILE THE BABY IN HER HIGH CHAIR SAT QUIETLY IN
                                                  REVERANT AWE
‘CAUSE HE WAS WAITIN’ ON THEIR TABLE, THAT REBEL
                                                      JEWISH SAGE
TAKIN’ ALL THEIR ORDERS, WORKIN’ FOR THE MINIMUM WAGE

FAT JESUS, ON A BICYCLE, CARRYIN’ A HEAVY LOAD
FAT JESUS, ON A BICYCLE, BETTER USE THE CROSSWALK
                                         [ HE DON’T NEED NO BACKTALK ]
FAT JESUS, ON A BICYCLE, PLAYIN’ OUT HIS GOD-GIVEN ROLE
BABY, WON’T YOU SAVE MY SOUL