My Tramp Stamp says “Jesus”,

But it’s not what you think.

He’s my Mexican cellmate

That I met in the clink.

I hadn’t done nothin’,

I just like to drink.

My tramp stamp says, “Jesus”,

But it’s not what you think.

Me and Jesus just talked

Sitting there in our cell,

He stank like tequila

And I had the same smell.

We compared our tattoos

An idea popped in my head.

The last one released

Got the ink his friend said.

So, then we we waited.

Jesus got out after two days

His lawyer played poker

And the judge didn’t raise.

I was there two days longer.

My lawyer didn’t try very hard.

He quoted some law books

But the judge held the cards.

Finally, the judge set me free.

I was at the cantina later that day,

On my seventh tequila,

But I had a bet to pay.

Jesus said his name in italics

Would look good on my back.

I had to drink about it,

Before I would crack.

My tramp stamp says “Jesus”,

But it’s not what you think.

He’s my Mexican cellmate

Who still owes me a drink.