The Ballad of Boogie Christ

Christ would wear cowboy boots Christ
would have sex Christ would eat pizza And
cut Blackjack decks Christ would be sober
But Christ would be fun Christ would get
over On those trying to run Christ would love
hip hop Metal and soul Christ would
bring chaos The breath of control Christ
would be rocking Christ would be free
He'd say there's no difference Between
you and me

This is the ballad of Boogie Christ
Toss my salad
And feed me your rice

Christ baked potatoes Christ chewing gum
Christ without pathos Saying "yum yum"
Christ in the middle Like the monkey with
balls Christ picking up When Euphoria calls
Hello, dear father Hello there, my son How
have you been? Well, I gotta run Ok I love
you See you real soon Maybe September
Maybe next June

This is the ballad of Boogie Christ
Toss my salad
And throw wedding rice

Christ would be careful Christ would be
brave But Christ, he would never Be
anyone's slave Christ is here now Christ is
beyond Christ would watch Rocky And On
Golden Pond Christ would relax And Christ
would get mad Christ would help answer
If judgment is bad Well, no and then yes
Well, yes and then no Nothing is easy But
it's simple to glow Just walk away From
fear and deceit Never surrender But never
complete Cheer for your brother Your rival,
your friend Help their survival To beat
you again

This is the ballad of Boogie Christ
Toss my salad
Feed me some rice

Give and give freely All that you can And
help show the worried What it is to be
man Christ would be handsome Christ
would be gross Christ would buy butter
And make you some toast Christ would be
savage But Christ would be true He'd say
if you want him Then look inside you Yes,
Christ would be savage But Christ would
be true He'd say if you want him Then just
look in you

This is the ballad of Boogie Christ
Toss my salad
Throw wedding rice
This is the ballad of Boogie Christ
Toss my salad
Throw wedding rice