Plastic Jesus

While watching "Cool Hand Luke" last night I was struck by a song I've never paid attention to before. Jess pointed it out, so I made sure to listen. I was struck by the great theological words in this tune...and wanted to share it.

I don't care if it rains or freezes'

Long as I got my plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Through my trials and tribulations

And my travels through the nations

With my plastic Jesus I'll go far

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

I'm afraid He'll have to go

His magnets ruin my radio

And if I have a wreck He'll leave a scar

Riding down a thoroughfare

With His nose up in the air

A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind

Trouble coming He don't see

He just keeps His eye on me

And any other thing that lies behind

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Though the sunshine on His back

Make Him peel, chip and crack

A little patching keeps Him up to par

When I'm in a traffic jam

He don't care if I say "damn"I can let all my curses roll

Plastic Jesus doesn't hear'

Cause he has a plastic ear

The man who invented plastic saved my soul

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Once His robe was snowy white

Now it isn't quite so bright

Stained by the smoke of my cigar

If I weave around at night

And policemen think I'm tight

They never find my bottle, though they ask

Plastic Jesus shelters meFor His head comes off, you see

He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Ride with me and have a dram

Of the blood of the Lamb

Plastic Jesus is a holy bar