D
Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes
G
Long as I have my plastic Jesus
D                              A
Riding on the dashboard of my car
D
Through all trials and tribualtions
G
We will travel every nation
D                 A            D
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far


CHORUS
D              G 
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
D                              A
Riding on the dashboard of my car
D
Through all trials and tribulations
G
We will travel every nation
D                 A            D
With my plastic Jesus I'll go far

G
Riding down a thorooughfare
D
With his nose up in the air
D                                   A 
A wreck may be ahead, but He don't mind
D
Trouble coming He don't see
G
He just keeps His eye on me
D               A               D
ANd any other thing that lies behind

D              G
Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus
D                             A
Riding on the dasboard of my car
D
Though the sunshine on his back
G
Makes Him peel, chip and crack
D                  A               D 
A little patching keeps Him up to par

D
When pedestrians try to cross
G
I let them know who's boss
D                                     A
I never blow the horn or give them warning
D
I ride all over town
G
Trying to run them down
D                           A               D
And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

D              G
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
D                              A
Riding on the dashboard of my car
D
His halo fits just right
G
And I use it for sight
D                               A                 D
And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

D
If I weave around at night
G
And the police think I'm tight
D                                          A
They'll never find my bottle, though they ask
D
Plastic Jesus shelters me
G
For His head comes off, you see
D                   A              D
He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

D              G 
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
D                              A
Riding on the dashboard of my car
D
Ride with me and have a dram
G
Of the blood of the Lamb
D               A        D
Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

D              G
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
D                              A       
Riding on the dashboard of my car
D
But I think he'll have to go
G
His magnet ruins my radio
D           A                   D 
And if we wreck he'll leave a scar

D              G
Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus
D                              A
Riding on the dashboard of my car
D
Once His robe was snowy white
G
Now it isn't quite so bright
D               A            D
Stained by the smoke of my cigar