Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribualtions
We will travel every nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Through all trials and tribulations
We will travel every nation
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
Riding down a thorooughfare
With his nose up in the air
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind
Trouble coming He don't see
He just keeps His eye on me
And any other thing that lies behind
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dasboard of my car
Though the sunshine on his back
Makes Him peel, chip and crack
A little patching keeps Him up to par
When pedestrians try to cross I let them know who's boss
I never blow the horn or give them warning
I ride all over town trying to run them down
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
His halo fits just right and I use it for sight
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far
If I weave around at night and the police think I'm tight
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
Plastic Jesus shelters me for his head comes off, you see
He's hollow, and I use him for a flask
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Ride with me and have a dram
Of the blood of the Lamb
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
But I think he'll have to go
His magnet ruins my radio
And if we wreck he'll leave a scar
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
Riding on the dashboard of my car
Once His robe was snowy white
Not it isn't quite so bright
Stained by the smoke of my cigar
Eu não ligo se chove ou se neva
Se eu estiver com meu Jesus de plástico
Sentado no painel do meu carro
Mudando de cor, rosa e adorável
Brilha no escuro, é furta-cor
Leve-o com você quando viajar para longe
Pegue para você uma doce Madonna (Virgem Maria)
Vestida com pedrinhas de cristal, colocada em um
Pedestal de conchas de Abalone
Chegando aos noventa, eu não estou assustado
Porque tenho a Virgem Maria
Assegurando-me de que não vou para o inferno
