I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of mine
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when he door came off its hinges like a cork from fizzy wine.
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He said, ``My name is Jesus: I'm the leader of the band.
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Got to set up my equipment, if you boys can lend a hand.''
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Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play.
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He set that bandstand jumping. Yeah, and he cranked it up so loud.
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And he moved up to the microphone: had the attention of the crowd.
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He said, ``My name is Jesus: going to turn your head around.
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I'm going to make this easy. Got no time to mess around.''
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Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play.
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``I got no twelve disciples, and I got no cross to bear.
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If you thought they had me crucified, I guess you weren't there.''
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Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play. When Jesus came...
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He sang about three or four numbers, but we'd heard it all before.
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We boys were getting restless: no girls were moving on the floor.
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Those parables, they were merciless and the tables overturned.
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And there were no minor miracles
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but false prophets they were burned.
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Well, maybe he was Jesus;
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but his hair could have used a comb.
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Long before he hit the last notes, we boys had all gone home.
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Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play.
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Oh Jesus, is it really you?
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When Jesus Came To Play
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| Jethro Tull |
