Jesus was a talker. Out of place New Yorker. Hung out on the boulevard. Sellin' nickel candies. Saving all his quarters. Bought himself a cheap guitar.
Angels we have heard on high. Sweetly singing o'er the plains,. And the mountains in reply. Echoing their joyous strains.. . Ooh, ooh, ooh.... Gloria, in excelsis Deo!.