The bitch may get some gifts of gold
An Emmy is the thing
Her tongue is flappin’, jokes she told
Her words are there to sting
There’s no Ms. Griffin’s Jesus
The D list has no room
She dared poke fun at Jesus
And Catholic heads went “boom”

For this she’ll surely go to Hell
Where fire is like her hair
And in that place more jokes she’ll tell
Her voice will be still there
There’s no Ms. Griffin’s Jesus
The priests wanted her skin
She dared poke fun at Jesus
Of course, they never sin

Since Jesus gave her show awards
She could at least give thanks
By causing all of this discord
She’s laughing to the bank
There’s no Ms. Griffin’s Jesus
She dared say it out loud
And though her life is teases
The Church will not be cowed