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!