"Can I call you Jesus? You've the Jesus birthday... I'll call you jesus, then you can bless my alcohol, my wheels, my ass and my cats. Amen."
The bad news is, now she likes it and wants it sung as her birthday present.
The worst news is I am REALLY bad at making up happy random songs and then singing it.
But I'll try.
My Friend Is Jeebus (Because I Said So)
A fine Thursday afternoon,
On a shopping mall excursion,
Shir Wen had called me on the phone,
For musical diversions.
I ran through all my contacts,
within seconds in my head,
But that is all irrelevant
In my cranium all was said...
Can I call you Jeebas? You've the Jeebas birthday...
I will call you jeebas,
then you can bless my alcohol, my wheels, my ass and my cats.
You can bless them any day
Amen.
Her birthday's on the twenty fifth
Of the last month every year
That's the same day the Jeebas was born
That much was oh, so clear.
Does that make her like Jeebas, then?
I guess that's likely true
She does have some pretty cool superpowers
Like making random shit look cool.
So,
Can I call you Jeebas? You've the Jeebas birthday...
I will call you jeebas,
then you can bless my alcohol, my wheels, my ass and my cats.
You can bless them any day
Amen.
Okay, no, maybe she can't save you from diseases
And she doesn't have a beard.
But dress her up in sandals and a robes,
She's all Messiah-like, ya heard?
Go Shir Wen,
As Jeebas,
Go Shir Wen,
As Jeebas,
Go Bless things,
In robes-es,
Then use your Grum in Proses.
*grum solo*
The end.
hahahahahahahahahahhahaha...
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