Now Jesus was a social drinker
He never drank alone
He never partied at a strip club
Keeping his woman up at home
Or overstayed his welcome
Or threw up in your sink
Nah, Jesus was never late to work, man
And he always pulled his weight
So tell you where it hurts
And I'll tell you what to feel
Wash me in the water mama
And I'll wash you in the water
Now, Jesus he was cool
He could take or leave the stuff
And if he got too loose
Well then he knew he'd had enough
Jesus wasn't Irish
Just imagine if he was
He might have written poetry and verse
And enjoyed a pint of Guinness every day for lunch
So tell you where it hurts
And I'll tell you what to feel
Wash me in the water mama
And I'll wash you in the water
He never had a laptop
A spiral notebook or even a pen
But he wrote a best-selling novel, yes he did
Disappeared and was never heard from again
He was an all-around decent dude
But he had his share of rough nights
And the more I learn about him
Well, the more respect I have for the guy
So tell you where it hurts
And I'll tell you want to feel
Wash me in the water mama
And I'll wash you in the water
Tell you where it hurts
And I'll tell you what to feel
Wash me in the water
Come on, wash me in the water
