When the bricks are burning and the harbour's on fire You're sick of pies and drugs and all your friends are liars You can talk to Baby Jesus down Tokoroa way He welcomes every stranger with a handshake and "good day" Comparisons are made to Bob Dylans and Pope He got more fans than either and he'll never bludge your smokes You can talk to Baby Jesus he's the man for you Got a red silk shirt, a-very big muscles, too They call him Baby Jesus 'cause he's bigger than the Pope He's a devil with the sheilas and a darling with the blokes He eats like a Cadillac and wrestles like a champ He's got his own Falcon and he drives it like a tank You can talk to him any time you like You can talk to him any time you like Don't go to Europe for a caravan tour It won't do much of good for you and you and you Take the Great South Road past old Papakura Talk to Baby Jesus 'cause he'll tell you what to do They call him Baby Jesus 'cause he's bigger than the Pope A devil with the sheilas and a darling with the blokes He eats like a Cadillac and wrestles like a champ Got his own Falcon and he drives it like a tank You can talk to him any time you like You can talk to him any time you like You can talk to him any time you like You can talk to him any time you like