My friend Mary got a friend named Jesus She calls him up anytime she wants It must be nice to have somebody to believe in I wish I had the kind of faith she does And a friend named Jesus I might be worse than I was yesterday If I confessed what would the preacher say? He'd probably tell me: God don't make mistakes But if God made me look at the mess he made I tried, I tried it all The drugs, the alcohol But then I'd do it again freely My friend Mary got a friend named Jesus She calls him up anytime she wants It must be nice to have somebody to believe in I wish I had the kind of faith she does And a friend named Jesus Oooh-ooh, a friend named Jesus Oooh-ooh