Walking on water, but noone knew it was ice
He took a long walk off a short pier
From the same mother, but nobody knew me
It was my big brother they wanted.

He's a celebrity with sandals,
A magician with tricks
His fingers light candles
Women all want his love.

Noone cares, noone loves me
I am poor Stanley Christ.

I'm a carpenter too, but they don't know of me
I could whip you up a cabinet this afternoon
But no, they'd rather see some water turn into wine
You can't put clothes in wine unless you want stains.

Noone cares, noone loves me
I am poor Stanley Christ.

It must have been a potent angel
For us both to come out that day
But I was lying naked on the cold hard ground
while big brother laid in the hay.

Noone cares, noone loves me
I am poor Stanley Christ.