I made HA whip out his iPhone and look it up. (I have an iPhone too, but I keep it in my purse, which was way the hell on the other side of the room and he keeps his in his pocket.) And there is indeed a song about a plastic Jesus.
HA and I have both had the song stuck in our head since. We've even changed the lyrics to:
I love your coughs and your sneezes, and I love your cute, cute kneeses. I love you so much that I could plotz.
Because that's how we roll.