MONEYLENDERS :

    Roll on up, for my price is down, [bad word] on in for the best in town,
take your pick of the finest wine,
 lay your bets on this bird of mine.

    Roll on up, for my price is down, [bad word] on in for the best in town,
 take your pick of the finest wine,
 lay your bets on this bird of mine.

    Name your price, I’ve got everything, [bad word] and buy it’s all going fast,
borrow cash on the finest terms,  
hurry now, while stocks still last.

    Roll on up, for my price is down, [bad word] on in for the best in town,
take your pick of the finest wine,
 lay your bets on this bird of mine.

    Roll on up, for my price is down, [bad word] on in for the best in town,
take your pick of the finest wine, 
lay your bets on this bird of mine.

    Name your price, I’ve got everything, [bad word] and buy it’s all going fast,
borrow cash on the finest terms,  
hurry now, while stocks still last.

JESUS :     
  
My temple should be a house of prayers,
but you have made it a den of thieves!          
   Get out ! Get Out!

    My time is almost through, little left to do
after all I’ve tried for three years, 
seems like thirty, seems like thirty.

CROWD : 

    See my eyes, I can hardly see, 
see me stand, I can hardly walk,
I believe you can make me whole, 
see my tongue, I can hardly talk.

    See my skin, I’m a mass of blood, 
see my legs, I can hardly stand,
 I believe you can make me well, 
see my purse, I’m a poor, poor man.

 
    Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?

    Won’t you touch, will you heal me, Christ

    Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ

    Won’t you kiss, won’t you pay me, Christ?

    See my eyes, I can hardly see, 
see me stand, I can hardly walk,
I believe you can make me whole, 
see my tongue, I can hardly talk.

   See my skin, I’m a mass of blood,
 see my legs, I can hardly stand,
I believe you can make me well, 
see my purse, I’m a poor, poor man.

 Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
 Won’t you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
 Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
  Won’t you kiss, won’t you pay me, Christ? 
 JESUS : There’s too many of you, don’t push me,

 (Rice / Webber)