Heywood Banks - Big Butter Jesus lyrics

In southern Ohio Just north of Cincinnati I beheld a vision Next to the expressway Was a 60-foot Jesus With his hands in the air Looked like he's carved out of bu*ter Just like at the state fair Big bu*ter Jesus Sweet cream Jesus O country-fresh Jesus Unsalted Jesus O promise Jesus Imperial Jesus Can't believe it's not Jesus Oleo Lord Well you see him from his chest up Like he's about to do a backflip Or maybe scored a touchdown Or maybe melting or about to drown You know I been to the state fair Seen a calf made out of golden corn Stephen Hawking out of string cheese And the virgin out of olives Big bu*ter Jesus Sweet cream Jesus O country-fresh Jesus Unsalted Jesus O promise Jesus Imperial Jesus Can't believe it's not Jesus Oleo Lord Shipped in pieces on a flatbed Staring backwards was his big head Drivers stuck in traffic backups Desperately avoiding eye contact Well don't you make no graven images I think it's one of the ten commandments I hope the grading curve is kindly You get into heaven with a ninety Big bu*ter Jesus Sweet cream Jesus O country-fresh Jesus Unsalted Jesus O promise Jesus Imperial Jesus Can't believe it's not Jesus Oleo Lord One night Big bu*ter Got hit by lightning It burned to the frame wire Like a giant grease fire Some blamed it on Satan And boy, that would be frightening But I thought it was Jesus' father Who was in charge of lightning Extra crispy Jesus Flaming shot Jesus Fireball Jesus Opa Jesus Charbroiled marshmallow Jesus Bananas foster Jesus I'm put out it's not Jesus Charcoaly lord