Too Much Grime On My Hands (parody of "Too Much Time On My Hands")

Well, I'm sick of all this harsh rule
 I'm Pontius Pilate that's who
 Got those zealous confused Jews
 And I've given up home and those happy days in Rome
 And the battles of old too
 Is there anyone here who's not crazy?
 Is there anyone here who's sane at all?
 Well, I'm so tired of Jerus'lem n' all the fussin' and feuds
 It's all that they do here
 Well, I know that truism that there's no place like Rome
 And I'd like to get there
 Is there anyone here who's not a criminal?
 Is there anyone who don't belong in jail?
 Is it any wonder I've got too much crime on my hands
 I'm sick of the strays that they send to me
 I've got too much crime on my hands
 It's hard to be me, oh the humanity
 I've got too much crime on my hands
 Man, just take Him away, take Him away from me
 Too much crime on my hands
 Just t-t-t-take Him away
 I don't know what to do with this Man
 Too much crime on my hands
 Well now they sent me Jesus
 Like I don't have enough problems
 I now need to try Him
 He's got a dozen friends
 And there's hundreds of enemies who all want Him dyin'
 With His many wonders they're not impressed with Him
 Is it any wonder I've got not choice?
 Is it any wonder I've got too much grime on my hands
 It's stickin' like paint to my hands, you see
 I've got too much grime on my hands
 It's hard to be clean when you're a man like me
 I've got too much grime on my hands
 Man, just take Him away, take Him away from me
 Too much grime on my hands
 Just t-t-t-take Him away
 I don't know what to do with this Man
 Too much grime on my hands