Lyrics
Well I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorise the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
But I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
If I fall down on my knees every Sunday
At the reveller's candy store
Well, it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel so good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
To keep me satisfied
Well, I don't want no Abba Zabba
I don't want no Almond Joy
Ain't nothing better
Suitable for this girl
Well, it's the only thing that can pick me up
It's better than a cup of gold
See only chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul, oh
When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's OK
Pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait
Well it's got to be chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be chocolate Jesus
He good enough for me
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel so good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
To keep me satisfied
Written by: Kathleen Brennan, Tom Waits