Well I dont go to church on sunday, dont get on my knees to pray
Dont memorize the books of the Bible, I got my own special way
I know Jesus loves me, maybe just a little bit more
I fall on my knees every Sunday at Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus, make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus, keep me satisfied
Well I dont want no Abba Zabba, dont want no almond joy
When the weather gets rough and it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy but thats ok
Pour him over ice cream for a nice parfait
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus, good enough for me