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