if jesus drove a motor home, i wonder would he drive pedal to the metal, or real slow? checking out the stereo. c*ssette
playing bob dylan, motivation tapes. tricked up winnebago, with the tie-dye drapes. if jesus drove a motor home… if jesus
drove a motor home, and he come to your town, would you try to talk to him? would you follow him around? honking h*rns at
the drive thru. double-parking at the mall. midnight at the waffle house – jesus eating eggs with ya’ll. if jesus drove a
motor home… buddha on a motorcycle, mohammed in a train. here come jesus in the p*ssing lane… but everybody smile, ’cause
everybody’s grooving. ain’t nothing like the feeling of moving with a bona fide motorized savior. now if we all drove
motor homes, well maybe in the end, with no country to die for, we could just be friends. one world as our highway. ain’t
no yours or my way. we’d be cool wherever we roam – if jesus drove a motor home.