Look at my handsTheyre all over youMy rusty nails stuck to you like glueMy arms around youLike audio tapeGot a little red horn hidden underneath this capeIt’s not dirtyIt’s not rudeI’ll go to Kuwait if I wanna get wanna get crudeIt’s not filthyIt’s not lewdI wanna be famous just so I can get suedGuess who’s my girlfriendYeah, it’s Jesus, she’s my girlfriendWanna know who my boyfriend isNo, nought out of tenJesus ain’t a man, she’s my girlfriendJesus is my girlfriend, Jesus is my girlfriendIt’s not drinkIt’s not foodIt’s a man in a shuttle with a tubeI can’t fly, so what, I can’t cookCan’t even catch a tune with a hookI’ve been to Hong KongAnd South DakotaIn a little wood planeWithout a motorGot a girl in bedWhen I took it furtherWhere, Jamaica?No, I coaxed her, ha, ha!It’s not dirtyIts not rudeI’ll go to Kuwait if I wanna get wanna get crudeIt’s not filthyIt’s not lewdI wanna get famous just so I can get suedI love herMy girlfriendI love herMy girlfriendJesus is my girlfriendJesus is my girlfriendJesus is my girlfriendJesus is my girlfriendJesus is my girlfriendJesus is my girlfriend