Jesus

I ride the highway with Jesus
He drives the bus when I sleep
We're taking two of His creatures
And dropping them off down the street

Hey-ey-ey

I think we're lost Mr. Jesus
I think we're lost without a trace
He said, "Don't worry, little lady
My old man helped build this place"

Hey-ey-ey

My mum and dad love You Jesus
My mum and dad say You're dead
They say they'll love You forever
They've got You tattooed to their heads

Hey-ey-ey