Been drivin’ all night with a thorn in my side.

Been drivin’ all night with a thorn in my side.

Looked over at the passenger side

and Jesus had died.

What would we do now, I got him too drunk at the dance.

Tried to get him to waltz but he hovered ‘bove the ground in a trance.

The only time that it was fine was when the rowdy fellows yelled for wine.

And then the place was flooded with Merlot as if by happenstance.

I told him I was blitzed at ten, he said, “I’m crucified.”

The bouncer said an hour later he’d looked like he’d died.

“Here, put him on this cross and we can move him through the back outside.”

Now out here in the desert, I’m just hangin’ him like a kite.

Now out here in the desert, I’m just hangin’ him like a kite.

It sure’ll dry him out

but it just does not seem right.