My lovely Pope, my lovely Pope
My lovely pope running through the Vatican,
Where are you going with your cassock blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with communion wafers,
And ride you over pulpits,
Polish your mitre every single day,
And bring you to the pope dentist,
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Fri 26 Sep 2003, 14:22,
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Where are you going with your cassock blowing in the wind?
I want to shower you with communion wafers,
And ride you over pulpits,
Polish your mitre every single day,
And bring you to the pope dentist,