Lyrics:

Look at my hands
Theyre all over you
My rusty nails stuck to you like glue
My arms around you
Like audio tape
Got a little red horn hidden underneath this cape

It's not dirty
It's not rude
I'll go to Kuwait if I wanna get wanna get crude
It's not filthy
It's not lewd
I wanna be famous just so I can get sued

Guess who's my girlfriend
Yeah, it's Jesus, she's my girlfriend
Wanna know who my boyfriend is
No, nought out of ten
Jesus ain't a man, she's my girlfriend

Jesus is my girlfriend, Jesus is my girlfriend

It's not drink
It's not food
It's a man in a shuttle with a tube
I can't fly, so what, I can't cook
Can't even catch a tune with a hook

I've been to Hong Kong
And South Dakota
In a little wood plane
Without a motor
Got a girl in bed
When I took it further
Where, Jamaica?
No, I coaxed her, ha, ha!

It's not dirty
Its not rude
I'll go to Kuwait if I wanna get wanna get crude
It's not filthy
It's not lewd
I wanna get famous just so I can get sued

I love her
My girlfriend
I love her
My girlfriend

Jesus is my girlfriend
Jesus is my girlfriend
Jesus is my girlfriend
Jesus is my girlfriend
Jesus is my girlfriend
Jesus is my girlfriend