"Jesus Bobeezus" lyrics - JASON MRAZ

[Bushwalla:]
Pickup trucks and masturbation
Brought up on charges from
Old high school relations

[Mraz:]
See there was Trixie at the truckstop
She was into domination
She strapped me to my F-350
Her occupation was my castration

[Bushwalla:]
Sickle-cell anemia
And a crust from birthday pizza
Was cookin' up on the Ford dashboard
Next to the statue of my Lord dear Jesus.

[Both:]
Jesus
Won't you save us
From disgrace
From this place

Jesus
Won't you take us
Far away
Far away
Far away

[Bushwalla:]
Backyard boys
Never never played with toys
Makin' noisy, messy mighty new school quarter boys
Cock block
But the records on the turtle bed
Better not shoot me in the head with that
Pellet gun lemme take you back

[Mraz:]
Well, take me back to the day
When everyday was a Saturday
All work no jerk
It's all work with no pay

You see I play with myself
When there's nobody around
See my imaginary posse
They came to get down

[Both:]
Jesus
Won't you take us
Far away
Far away

Jesus disenslave us
Our way
Holiday
Celebrate
Madonna's great

[Mraz:]
See we're talkin' about
Madonna your mom
Not Madonna the bomb

[Bushwalla:]
Not the queen
Of the pop song
"Keepin' the Lights On"

[Mraz:]
The vision of the
Virgin Mary
Virgin Mary
Megastore

[Bushwalla:]
Ten different times
That I heard from the Lord

[Mraz:]
Say, hey now
Baby brother
Said you can play with your balls
And never get in trouble
You should spit on your hands
When you're blowin' her up-up-up
She can savor long lasting
Grape flavor on the double
Bush-double-u what?!

[Bushwalla:]
Bush-double-u-walla
Baby, I'm about to do
I'm gonna make-a you holla
Would you swallow Bushwalla
Maybe if I took a shower
It would take about an hour
'Cause I like to feel the power
And the pressure of the water break down

[Both:]
DAMN!

[Mraz:]
That's shit's insane!
Beatin' on the main game
Flushin' all my kids down the drain
Still I wonder why you makin' fun of last name?
M-C Raz has gotta a backstage pass to the name game
Tryin' to sustain my life up and up in the fast lane

[Bushwalla:]

That's why you want
Hammer style pertaining
To that old school
Brup-brup-brup-brup-
Brrrrrrrrah-ha!

[Both:]
Chuck, Chuck, bo-buck, banana-fanna-fo-fuck

[Mraz:]
Whoops! Motherfucker! Didn't mean to cuss

[Both:]
Rick, Rick, bo-bick, banana-fana-fo-fick

[Bushwalla:]
Sing-sound-soon with a little bitty baby dick

[Both:]
Cherry, Cherry, bo-berry, banana-fana-fo-ferry
Me, My, Mo, Merry, hamburger Larry
Quite contrary 'cause his palm's all hairy
You'd better be wary of that motherfucker
Whoops!

Jesus
Bo-beezus
Banana-fana-fo-feezus

Jesus
Please release us
E.T. feeds us
Reese's Pieces

'Cause he needs us
To phone and he says
Using Neva Save-a-lot
'Cause who's the Boss?
We crave a lot

Smoke pot, pot, pot, pot,
Pot, pot, pot, pot, pot,
Pot, pot, pot, pot, pot

La-la-la-la-la
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