Randy McClave (Ashland, Kentucky)
My name isn't Jesus, it is pronounced Hey-seus,
I am not the son of GOD, I worship Zeus,
I cannot turn water into wine, nor can I raise the dead
Nor can I feed my family, with a double loaf of bread.
I wasn't born in Bethlehem, I was born in Spain
Earth it is my home, and heaven is not my domain,
I do not turn the other cheek, and I will not accept any abuse
I will swear and I will fight; as I am not Jesus, but Hey-seus.
My name isn't Jesus, once again it is Hey-seus,
Men I will steal from, and women I enjoy to seduce,
My mother wasn't a virgin, the day when I was conceived
As there are six other siblings that were born before me.
The devil he is my buddy, so I truly enjoy to sin
What others won’t say or do, I will! Again, and again,
These are the facts, they are the truth and not an excuse,
My name it is not Jesus; it is pronounced, Hey-seus.
Randy L. McClave
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