This morning I was bothered by special delivery letters and parcels and mobile phones, so I was trying to get back to sleep around the mid-morning. And I just couldn't get this song from the Bloodhound Gang album out of my head! It goes like this:
"And when they nail my pimpled ass to the cross
I'll tell them I've found Jesus, that should throw them off.
He goes by the name of Jesus  and steals hubcaps from cars.
Oh Jesus can I borrow your crowbar?
To pry these God-damned nails out they're beginning to hurt.
Crucified and all I got was this lousy t-shirt.
"I Can't Believe It's Not Butter!" I'll sing as I'm flogged
yeah that's what I'd do if I were God."
 pronounced hay-zeus, the Spanish/Mexican way.