(Buck Fowler)
I saw a picture yesterday
In a men’s room near L.A.
Lying on the floor beside the throne.
Had I not recognized the cross
I might have failed to know the boss,
I thought, “Lord, you look neglected and alone.”
I picked it up with lovin’ care,
I wondered who had placed it there,
When l saw there was no paper on the roll.
I said, “Lord, what would you do
If you were me and I was you,
Take a chance, save your pants or your soul ?”
Then a voice said,
“Kinky, it’s Jesus here, you know that I ain’t no square.
Well, I’ve got these pictures of me,
I mean statues, you know they’re everywhere.
Well, I may seem I come from Liverpool,
And then on the other hand I may come from France,
But if you don’t get off that toilet, well I’m just gonna have to dance.”
I saw a picture yesterday in a men’s room near L.A.
