Jesus, El de La Cruz

What am I gonna do
With my kid Jesus
He doesn’t wanna work
And I gotta pay the bills
The carpentry doesn’t bring in much
And the kid Jesus
Won’t even grab the saw

The Virgin Mary
Is on his side
The kid is God, Joseph, let it go
And remember that at the Universal
I signed a contract for 600 holy cards

The Virgin Mary
Is on his side
Joseph, let it go, he’s making art
And remember that at the Universal
I signed a contract for 600 holy cards

Man, I don’t know, babe
It makes me really sad
All day carrying the cross
And out of his twelve friends
Not one of them works
What do you want?
Don’t mess with my head

Sign here, Jesus
Next to the cross
If everything goes well
We’ll give you a bonus

Time passed
And the money didn’t come
And one afternoon while out
Mary suddenly
Went into the Santería
Asked about Jesus, the one on the cross
To see if they had him
Or if it was all just fantasy

The thing is, the seller
Told her he was out
I’m tired
Of selling that bastard
And the poor artist didn’t
Even find out
That the Universal
Has filled its pants

The big shots at the Universal
Are watched day and night
The heavenly boss from above
Every time they sell one of Jesus
In a Santería
A pus-filled pimple pops up on their ass