(kinky friedman) Well, a redneck nerd in a bowling shirt was a-guzzlin' lone star beer Talking religion and-uh politics for all the world to hear. You just want to doodle a christian girl and you k**ed god's only son. I said, We j**s believe it was santa claus that k**ed jesus christ. I had you lamped for a slightly anemic, well-dressed country n******g. No, they ain't makin' j**s like jesus anymore, They don't turn the other cheek the way they done before. He started in to shoutin' and a-spittin' on the floor, He says, And them n******gs, j**s and sigma nus, all they ever do is breed. And wops And there's one little hebe from the heart of texas Well, i hits him with everything i had right square between the eyes. I says, If there's one thing i can't abide, it's an ethnocentric racist;
Now you take back that thing you said No, they ain't makin' j**s like jesus anymore, We don't turn the other cheek the way we done before. You could hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor All right! No, they ain't makin' j**s like jesus anymore, We don't turn the other cheek the way they done before. You hear that honky holler as he hit that hardwood floor Lord, they ain't makin' j**s like jesus anymore. Everybody! They ain't makin' j**s like jesus anymore, They ain't makin' carpenters who know what nails are for. Well, the whole damn place was singin' as i strolled right out the door No, we ain't makin' j**s like jesus anymore, We don't turn the other cheek the way they done before. Well, the whole damn place was singin' as i strolled right out the door