Текст песни My Baby Divine - Southpaw Jones

I live me a simple life, I make tables and chairs.
I yank out my hammer when the world needs repair.
I've got a wife and a baby in Nazareth-town.
When the pressure gets to me, when I start to feel down,
I go to my son's room, I kneel down to pray.
I look up and then down again, and here's what I say:

Holy Lord Jesus,
Slow down the poop.
I just changed your diaper,
Now it's starting to droop.
Don't cry until morning,
Let your mom get some sleep.
And I pray gracious Jesus,
My spirit to keep.

He looks nothing like me, so I can't rightly boast.
My wife's other man was the Holy Ghost.
She says, "It was nothin' but a spiritual deed"
Still I'll never feel worthy of her with my mere mortal seed.
Thank God my Savior lets me call Him mine,
Plus He turned Mary's breastmilk into glorious wine.

Are there streets paved with gold?
Can you cure the common cold?
When you learn Aramaic we'll sit down and chat!
Why do bad people thrive while we fight to survive?
And why must you spit up without warning like that?

Holy Lord Jesus,
Live in my heart.
You've got a great life ahead,
(Except for that last part).
And I'm glad that you're here for,
The sake of mankind.
Holy Lord Jesus,
My baby divine.

Gitchee, gitchee, gitchee, gitchee Jesus,
Sweet child of mine.