Monday, December 16, 2019

I Don’t Believe in the Virgin Birth





I Don’t Believe in the Virgin Birth 

I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
But, Mary, what a mother
She was only 16 when the angel spoke to her
She was only a teenage lover

I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
There was sweat and tears in the straw
She was no super-cool saint
She was gutsy, she was scared, she was poor

I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
But Joey – what a geezer!
He trusted his missus when she said
That the Holy Spirit had seized her

I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
It’s was completely out of control
God became flesh, screaming and peeing 
He didn’t do what he was told

I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
It’s a trick to get your money
With Mary in blue and the donkey too
It’s worse than the Easter bunny

I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
It’s another crazy story
This Jesus kid who escaped Herod’s knives
To be hung on a tree of glory

I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
And I hope that you don’t too
God came all the way down here
Just to say ‘I love you’?

Well, I don’t believe in the Virgin Birth
Or the angels, the shepherds and the manger
If I started following this baby 
I could end up in danger

I’d have to give up slagging off people
And stop spending cash on myself
I’d have to start thinking about others
And start sharing some of my wealth

I’d have to start thinking about the homeless
And the poor and the refugee
And trying to change the world
By starting with the world in me

No, I’m better off not believing
In people who were brave and had balls
I’m better off in the shadows
Hiding in the cattle stalls

Looking over the shoulders
Of three rich blokes with gear
Laying perfume at his feet
He’ll need it – it stinks in here!

You know having a kid is hard enough
Never mind in a stable with sheep
No clean maternity ward here, darling
This is delivery on the cheap

That Mary she was tough alright
She loved that kid like mad
If you’re expecting a baby at Christmas
Then you’ve got a reason to be glad

It don’t matter about presents
Because that’s not what you’re worth
Love’s the gift that matters
Delivered by a virgin birth




by
Peter Barrett