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So last night, on auto pilot, I ride into the parking lot of the Shoreline Fred Meyer, lock the bike to a post, and enter the store. After about five minutes of wandering around the grocery section, I kind of wake up and ask myself, what am I doing in the Fred Meyer? No reason to be here. The cash machine I rode this way to find is across the street, over at a WAMU branch. But I'm standing in an aisle and staring at a jar of fancy tomato sauce. It's got a brand-name picture of Paul Newman wearing a beret on the label, and I'm gazing at this picture like there's something special about it just then. I walk away, thinking about Paul Newman. Cool Hand Luke.

 

Today is another day, except now I read the news. Turns out he died yesterday. Figure it anyway you want. Or not. It's all the same, just the same. We are connected.

 

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Well, I don't care if it rains or freezes,

Long as I have my plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Through all trials and tribulations,

We will travel every nation,

With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

 

{Refrain}

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Through all trials and tribulations,

We will travel every nation,

With my plastic Jesus I'll go far.

 

I don't care if it rains or freezes

As long as I've got my Plastic Jesus

Glued to the dashboard of my car,

You can buy Him phosphorescent

Glows in the dark, He's Pink and Pleasant,

Take Him with you when you're travelling far

 

{Refrain}

 

I don't care if it's dark or scary

Long as I have magnetic Mary

Ridin' on the dashboard of my car

I feel I'm protected amply

I've got the whole damn Holy Family

Riding on the dashboard of my car

 

{Refrain}

 

You can buy a Sweet Madonna

Dressed in rhinestones sitting on a

Pedestal of abalone shell

Goin' ninety, I'm not wary

'Cause I've got my Virgin Mary

Guaranteeing I won't go to Hell

 

{Refrain}

 

I don't care if it bumps or jostles

Long as I got the Twelve Apostles

Bolted to the dashboard of my car

Don't I have a pious mess

Such a crowd of holiness

Strung across the dashboard of my car

 

{Refrain}

 

No, I don't care if it rains or freezes

Long as I have my plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

But I think he'll have to go

His magnet ruins my radio

And if we have a wreck he'll leave a scar

 

{Refrain}

 

Riding through the thoroughfare

With his nose up in the air

A wreck may be ahead, but he don't mind

Trouble coming, he don't see

He just keeps his eyes on me

And any other thing that lies behind

 

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Though the sun shines on his back

Makes him peel, chip, and crack

A little patching keeps him up to par

 

When pedestrians try to cross

I let them know who's boss

I never blow my horn or give them warning

I ride all over town

Trying to run them down

And it's seldom that they live to see the morning

 

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

His halo fits just right

And I use it as a sight

And they'll scatter or they'll splatter near and far

 

When I'm in a traffic jam

He don't care if I say Damn

I can let all sorts of curses roll

Plastic Jesus doesn't hear

For he has a plastic ear

The man who invented plastic saved my soul

 

Plastic Jesus, Plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Once his robe was snowy white

Now it isn't quite so bright

Stained by the smoke of my cigar

 

God made Christ a Holy Jew

God made Him a Christian too

Paradoxes populate my car

Joseph beams with a feigned elan

From the shaggy dash of my furlined van

Famous cuckold in the master plan

 

Naughty Mary, smug and smiling

Jesus dainty and beguiling

Knee-deep in the piling of my van

His message clear by night or day

My phosphorescent plastic Gay

Simpering from the dashboard of my van

 

When I'm goin' fornicatin

I got my ceramic Satan

Sinnin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home

The women know I'm on the level

Thanks to the wild-eyed stoneware devil

Ridin' on the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home

Sneerin' from the dashboard of my Winnebago Motor Home

Leering from the dashboard of my van

 

If I weave around at night

And the police think I'm tight

They'll never find my bottle, though they ask

Plastic Jesus shelters me

For His head comes off, you see

He's hollow, and I use Him for a flask

 

Plastic Jesus, plastic Jesus

Riding on the dashboard of my car

Ride with me and have a dram

Of the blood of the Lamb

Plastic Jesus is a holy bar

 

 

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I had a martial arts teacher many many years ago who was fucking hard core (semi infamous in those circles). He had done serious time in prison and some of it on a chain gang in Texas in the early sixties. He said Cool Hand Luke was right on the money. He also once showed me a scar on his leg he got in a shoot out with da poleese. :grin:

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