To the tune of 'Wild Rover', a trad. Irish tune
I’ve been a wild Jesus for many a year
And I’ve spent all my time turning water to beer.
And now I’m returning I’m back from the dead
And this crown of thorns is hurting my head.
Chorus:
And it’s no nay never, (Right up your Cross!)
No nay never no more
Will I play the wild Jesus
No never no more.
I went to a temple I used to frequent
And I told the merchants my money was spent.
I told them to leave and they answered me nay
Saying people like you they should get put away.
Chorus
I drew from my habit a fresh braided whip
And I have the high priest a good lash with the tip.
He said now your talking and begged me for more
Took off his robe and got down on all fours!
Chorus
I’ll go back to my father and confess what I’ve done
And I’ll ask him to pardon his incarnate son.
And he will forgive me for here’s the result
I’m now the proud leader of my very own cult.
Chorus
