Standing bright on a pillar  Made of native stone  Stood a man of distinction  A man not well known  Shouting words of confusion  When no one was there,  He asked questions of ghosts  and then he ran off scared    He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust  A man of very few words  He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust  A man who always was heard    His mother kept kosher  His father was dead  He drank hemlock for breakfast  It swelled his head  He worked for the army  as a target for the archers  He wet himself at dinner  And still his head grew larger    He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust  A many of very few words  He was Jesus Crust, Jesus Crust  A man who always was heard