nd Fret Intro: He came into the shop and looked me straight between the eyes And said, "You know I'm Jesus", and I must have looked surprised Because he said, "Please don't be hasty, no-one understands But I've got a way to prove it", and he lifted up his hands He was the man who called himself Jesus For a minute I was speechless, then I looked into his face With sufficient lines of sadness for the total human race And I said, "You must be joking", but he slowly shook his head And said "That's what they all say, I might as well be dead." He was the man who called himself Jesus He asked me if I knew a place where he could start to preach And I said "Well try a church, or maybe Brighton Beach" And I was trying to be serious, but he didn't seem impressed He said, "You think I'm crazy, you're just like all the rest." He was the man who called himself Jesus I was really quite embarrassed, he was looking so sincere So I said, "I close the shop soon, won't you come and have a beer?" Then he asked me if I meant it, and he gave a funny smile And said he'd rather like that, and he hung around awhile He was the man who called himself Jesus On the way he stopped to pat little children's heads And taught them one line prayers to say, when they went off to their beds But mostly they were frightened and they looked at him wide-eyed And when he said his name was Jesus, one girl even cried He was the man who called himself Jesus In the pub I asked him, if he'd tried to see the Pope And he said although he'd thought about it, there was really not a hope Then he said he thought he'd better go, he had some work to do He said he'd come and see me in about a week or two He was the man who called himself Jesus Well after he had gone, I thought of what he'd said And all his funny actions, they kept running through my head And when I felt my mind was drowning in a sea of mud It seemed his pint of beer had turned into a pint of blood He was the man who called himself Jesus He was the man who called himself Jesus