Clothespin Jesus, you died for my sins
Ol'e Clothespin Jesus, all made out of clothespins
Hey Clothespin Jesus, you know you're lookin' rather thin
Aren't they feeding you well in Clothespin Heaven?
Clothespin Heaven, it awaits for you and me
Clothespin Heaven, it's where we hang the pure laundry
Clothespin Heaven, all the clean linens and white sheets
I bet you think I'll be alone, but Clothespin Jesus mounts his throne
In Clothespin Heaven |