Baby, Jesus (Jelly Boy)

l'm a robot

With the motorcycle gas tank

For a head

I'm the jelly that the cat licked from the bowl

before the rest

I spread butter with the fish knife

And other weird things, too

I see people come in twos

Just like breasts do

l'm the mother****ing Birthday Boy

Don't steal my thunder, Baby Jesus

We used to race shopping trolleys

Around the supermarket

And I pay a pound

As a deposit

I'm the mother****ing Birthday Boy

Don't steal my thunder, Baby Jesus