Don’t Race Jesus on a Speedboat Songtext
von The Kryss Talmeth Experience

Speeding cross the ocean Jesus runs right past
Turns water into whisky just to fill up my glass
He sprints the the breakers makes me look like a fool
I wish they′d taught me this shit back in Sunday school

Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
He′s way too fast
Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last

Don′t need no jet ski don′t need no fuel
All he needs is a pair of shades and a shirt that says carpenters
You might think he's full of himself you might think he′s rude
But when a crazy motherfucker turns a lake into wine
You know he's my dude


Don′t race Jesus on a speedboat
He's way too fast
Don′t race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last

You might not believe me you might say I lie
You might say I was hallucinating from being way too high
But I remember it as clear as day the day he ran right past
The day I raced Jesus on a speedboat man that was a blast

Don't race Jesus on a speedboat
He′s way too fast
Don′t race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last
Don′t race Jesus on a speedboat
He's way too fast
Don′t race Jesus on a speedboat
You'll always come in last