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!