Egy jó dal és egy ugyanolyan jó feldolgozás

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O21St4SMs68

If God had long hair
And a goatee,
And if his eyes looked pretty glazed...
If He looked spaced out
Would you buy his story?
Would you believe he had an eye infection?

And yeah, yeah, God looks baked
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah...

What if God smoked cannabis?
Hit the bung like some of us?
Drove a tie-dyed microbus,
And he subscribes to Rolling Stone?

When God made this place,
In the beginning,
Did He plant any seeds?
Or did he put them there for Adam and Eve,
So they'd be hungry for the apple that the snake
Was always off'ring?

And yeah, yeah, God rolls great,
Yeah, yeah, God smells good,
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah...

What if God smoked cannabis?
Do you s'ppose he had a buzz
When he made the platypus
When he created Earth, our home?
Does He like Pearl Jam or the Stones?
And do you think He rolls His own
Up there in heaven on the throne?

And when the saints go marching home,
Maybe he sits and smokes a bone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XHXih1yEtQc

If God had a name
What would it be, and would you call it to his face
If you were faced with him and all his glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?

Yeah, yeah- God is great
Yeah, yeah- God is good
Yeah, yeah- Yeah, yeah, yeah

CHORUS
What if God was one us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on a bus, tryin' to make his way home..

If God had a face
What would it looke like and would you want to see
If seeing ment that you would have to believe
In things like heaven and in Jesus and the Saints, and all the Prophets and

Yeah, yeah- God is great
Yeah, yeah- God is good
Yeah, yeah- Yeah, yeah, yeah

CHORUS
What if God was one of us
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on a bus, tryin' to make his way home

Trying to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone..
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome...

Yeah, yeah- God is great
Yeah, yeah- God is good
Yeah, yeah- Yeah (x3)

CHORUS

Trying to make his way home
Like a hole in Rolling Stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just trying to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in rome