Chorus:
Jesus was a bee-boppin’ down the street
them hemp sandals slappin on his feet
all the hipsters chillin in Jerusalem heat
(they say) there goes Jesus bee-boppin’ down the street

Verse 1:
Jesus began to eat some wheat
fried oats he stole from billy goats
gruffly trompin’ cross troll bridges
n’ rocky bony rough edge ridges
came ‘cross the cavern of the troll
troll said I’m gon’ steal yer soul
Jesus rolled into the river,
got baptized by The Giver,
John the Baptist runs out of his shack
cries out “yo I was s’posed to do that
I was s’posed to baptize Jesus,
you just wrote me out of the bible, cat!”
How will my legacy live on?
feel myself slippin’… gone…gone
gonna move into the city
keep on keepin’ on
eat some food drink some drink
stop every now and again just think
I’ll wash my hair in a sink
free from care I’ll just… sink

(repeat chorus)

Verse 2:
Next day Jesus was wearing pink
combed his hair out all its kinks
figured on driving into the city,
‘cause he look so pretty
crash through some temples
smash the temple bones of pharisees
but a holyman, halo ‘bove his head
told Jesus, take a seat
said I’m gonna make you famous
that the whole world love ya shameless
right now it might sound dumb
but think of years to come
talk some hippie bit bout peace and love
say no to Satan say God’s yer daddy
have some peppers, heal some lepers
you’ll be crucified, but thas showbiz right?
Now your legacy will live on
you’ll keep living on, on
worshipped in the cities,
your statue on the lawns

(repeat chorus)

Verse 3:
Jesus eyes lit up like the night
as they each drank a cup of wine
holyman drops apostolic poverty,
says but Jesus yer gonna be broke
and the wine was so bloody
the peppers were so hot
Jesus began to choke,
gasps of dragon smoke
and the magic in his face fades
he then got replaced
written out by an asp,
now he thinks in wistful rasp
how will my legacy live on
feel myself slippin’, gone… gone
gonna ride on through the gates of heaven,
mow St. Peter’s lawn
eat some food drink some drink
stop every now and again just think,
I’ll wash my hair in a sink,
free from care I’ll just… sink

End Chorus:
Jesus was a bee-boppin’ down the street
genocidal apostles tagging at his feet
all theologians nod sagely in their seat,
(they write) there went Jesus bee-boppin’ down the street