**Jesus Of New Orleans**

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This is the story of a man, good Man Sweet Jesus of New Orleans

They call him Wiry Legs, "Jesus of New Orleans"

First to get up when the first beat falls,

He hears the bass drum, guitar strum Up, down, and off the walls

He’s not no animal, he’s not no criminal But he looks like a Manson in blue jeans

And 2 his many fans who love 2 watch him dance, They call him Jesus Of New Orleans

That's right, Jesus, Jesus Jesus of New Orleans He's like a skinny long-haired Jesus, but from the Streets of New Orleans

He’d make a bad, bad boyfriend But he knows all the sexy moves Sweet stupid man child He dances easy and he rocks so smooth

And he’s at all the shows where everybody goes That the hot one hundred know But don’t ask him to dance, he’s stictly solo, man, He’s got legs like a rubber band

Mmm Wiry Legs, Wiry Legs, Jesus of New Orleans Wiry Legs, Wiry Legs, Jesus of New Orleans

Lonely, estranged, when he’s not on the floor Sad little peacock, he is Trending, but he’s bored by the low….

What a big one- doo doo

Mmm Wiry Legs, Wiry Legs, Jesus of New Orleans Wiry Legs, Wiry Legs, Jesus of New Orleans

He likes Satchmo, Fats Domino, Ernie K. Doe, Li’l Romeo he likes Jelly Roll, He likes the Crew of Zulu

He’s got voodoo, got a hoodoo, he likes gumbo, half creole Got the bayou, got the Seminole, Bap bap bap

He likes James Boo Booker, 3X He likes James Bo, He likes James Bo He likes James Bo Booker

He went to St. Roch, Tousaint rock, Insane rock, Rock, rock, rock, rock, wo and they’s churches everywhere, for Jesus

All right, all right, all right He’s a funky funky man He smells but he sells He wears patchouli for the Mademoiselles

And everybody comes out, and everybody comes in And everybody comes anyway, ‘cause that’s the shape we’re in

Don’t you hear him calling Don’t you see him shine Can’t you hear him saying I got yours, You got mine

And everybody’s happy Everybody’s cool Except for the sad peacock who dances like a fool