If he still exists today
He must live in the United States
He must play the guitar
And sleep on train station benches
He must smoke marijane
With a blue gaze that hovers
Jesus, Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ is a hippie
Mexican poncho on the back
Around his forehead, a headband
He is bearded and haired
He fought in Chicago
He likes topless girls
He was born © à San Francisco
Jesus, Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ is a hippie
In the parks and along the docks
He lives in a sleeping bag
We keep arresting him
For the offense of vagrancy
At the big Woodstock festival
He was the one who treated the wounded
Jesus, Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ is a hippie
His father His name was Jo, I think
His mother's name was Mary, I think
He's thirty-three, I think
The FBI is after him ¨s, I believe
And if they manage to catch him
They will put our friend on the cross
Jesus, Jesus Christ
J ©sus Christ is a hippie
Jesus, Jesus Christ
Jesus Christ is a hippie
Jesus, Jesus ©sus Christ
Jesus Christ is a hippie