Jesus

I ride the highway with Jesus He drives the bus when I sleep We're taking two of His creatures And dropping them off down the street Hey-ey-ey I think we're lost Mr. Jesus I think we're lost without a trace He said, "Don't worry, little lady My old man helped build this place" Hey-ey-ey My mum and dad love You Jesus My mum and dad say You're dead They say they'll love You forever They've got You tattooed to their heads Hey-ey-ey