Hey Jesus,
You were never easily labeled.
Branding you by the clothes you wore didn’t work.
You were an advertiser’s nightmare.
For with one lot of losers you’d wear their t-shirt,
then change with the next lot to their logo.
Each party you’d turn up to you’d be wearing something different,
as different as one party was to the next.
We just couldn’t nail you down…
Until we stripped every shirt off you,
and hung you up
as a disgrace to fashion.
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