If Jesus had a sister
Would she bring him down to earth?
Say “Jesus, I'm your sister
I can say for what it's worth
You might find immortality
But what's the good of that to you?
Your father is a carpenter
Why don't you get a trade too?”

The authorities won't tolerate
These claims he tends to make
Calls himself a Messiah
When he's assumed to be a fake

If Jesus had a sister
She'd say “Get real, Mister!”

Of course he has a mother
And though she's very nice
She never seems to offer
Any sensible advice
If Jesus had a sister
She might put up a fight

Climbing up a mountain
Preaching to one and all
It might sound like a humble sermon
But pride comes before a fall
The truth may still elude us
But it'll catch up in the end
Or my name isn't Judas
And Jesus is not my friend

If only he had a sister
To say “Get real, Mister!”