And the police think I'm high,
They never find my bottles, though they ask..
(Yes they do)
Plastic Jesus shelters me,
For his head comes off you see,
He's hollow and I use him for a flask...
Oh! Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus,
Riding on the dashboard of my car,
Riding with me and half a dram,
Blessed by the blood of the lamb,
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar..."