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