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 sat there on the bed,
He stank like tequila
And I looked half-dead.
We compared our tattoos
An idea popped in my head.
The last one released
Got the ink his friend said.

Jesus got out after only two days
His lawyer played poker
And the judge didn’t raise.
I was there until the end of the week.
My lawyer tried praise.
But the judge didn’t fold.
So it cost me four days.

Friday, the judge said I’d paid off my debt.
At the cantina that evening,
Jesus said that I lost the bet.
I said that I remembered,
But he wasn’t done yet.
He wanted his name as my new tattoo.
It was the last thing I wanted to get.

My tramp stamp says “Jesus”,
But it’s not what you think.
He’s my Mexican cellmate
Who still owes me a drink.