I heard Jesus was a cool lad A peace and love kind of guy, it's said He smelled of BO and of weed A smell that could have raised the dead He had twelve merry drinking pals Who loved a late boozy repast But every morning, quite hung over They swore this supper would be their last My God, Old man! Oh why have you forsaken me? We hoped to party until dawn But we're out of beer and it's only three! He and his buddies crashed a wedding Where all they served was water warm and stale Jesus winked at the bride and the groom And turned the water into ale My God, Old man! Am I really your true son? Cause you seem to me a bit stern And I mighty like to have some fun... Sanitas Bona! Sanitas Bona! His hot girlfriend was an ex-whore Who warmed the bed of many men in need She never caught anything itchy at her job And that was a miracle indeed My God, Old man! I read the jobs you had for me And I could not help wondering Can I really walk upon the sea? Because I'd like to spread The good news of brew the world around And it looks to me a whole lot cheaper Than renting a boat for a bag of pounds