Verse 1
This old world is sick, it will not heal.
Another sin comes up with every spin of the wheel.
He died on the cross, they say he rose from the dead,
But humankind is on its deathbed,
With the TV I’m watchin’: “Let’s Make a Deal.”
The job’s too big for Jesus.
Refrain
In a world of Butthead and Beavis,
If we told them, they wouldn’t believe us.
The job’s too big for Jesus.
Verse 2
The Buddha was right when he said, “You’ve got to save your own butt.”
He said, “I’ll get the ball rolling, but it’s up to y’all to wake up.”
You can sit on your cushions, you can watch your mind,
But when you hit the streets, you’ve got to try to be kind
To those knuckleheads in line at the Pizza Hut.
Chorus
The job’s too big for Jesus,
Some weird vibes trying to seize us.
If we don’t show up, how’s he gonna greet us?
The job’s too big for Jesus.
Verse 3
Met him on the road, he was shouldering his rugged cross.
I said, “How you doing, Lord? Where you going, boss?”
He said, “I’m not doing well, I’m going insane.
I can’t stand the way they’ve been using my name.
They all want to be winners here, don’t want to hear about loss.”
Verse 4
We wheezed on down the road until we had to stop and rest for a while,
And I sang him this song, and he smiled the world’s lonesomest smile.
He said, “I know what you mean, Bob, but I gotta think big.
Since I laid my hammer down, this is my only gig.
You got to break out of prison, son, even if you only got a nail file.”
Final chorus
The job’s too big for Jesus,
That Jew with the wound so grievous.
Maybe that’s why the guy had to leave us.
The job’s too big for Jesus.