I just found a song parody that I wrote five Christmases ago.

[NightTrain]

You sing it to the tune of Barry Manilow’s “Copacabana”:


His name was Jesus, he was the savior.
He called himself the son of god, for which the people thought him odd.
He wore his hair long, and hated money.
He dared to question Roman rule, which Pontius Pilate thought uncool.
So he put Christ in jail, and then denied him bail.
He said, “If you don’t like us Romans, you can go to hell!”

At Golgotha, that’s where they killed him.
He fought even though Satan willed him.
That crucifixion began a religion.
At Golgotha, Christ bought the farm.

His name was Judas, he betrayed Jesus.
Because the Romans gave him bucks, he did a thing that really sucks.
As Jesus crawled by, with a crown of thorns,
with 30 silver coins in hand, old Judas yelled, “Strike up the band!”
As they put up the cross, the Romans said, “Who’s boss?”
“You’d better tell me that it’s us, or it will be your loss!”

At Golgotha, that’s where they killed him.
He fought even though Satan willed him.
That crucifixion began a religion.
At Golgotha, Christ bought the farm.