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 Created about 1 year ago
fuck the pope?
fuck the IRA?
The Pope flew into Dublin on a big Italian plane,
Collecting for the chapels and the Vatigan,
The nuns had plastic buckets and the priests had empty tins,
And the Catholics had to stand and put thier Giro money in.
Alter boys with candles and plastic rosary beads,
And drank so much communion wine and all went off thier heads,
The Pope said "Thanks my children for giving me your doe",
But all the time we were there, the boys of Sandy Row.
We hijacked the Pope mobile, painted it Red, White and Blue,
We took it to Derry's wall's and up the Shankill too,
We took it to Sandy Row to see King Billy on his horse,
Where he knelt and kissed King Billy's feet, and the Horses arse.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
And we sent him back to Rome.
Arriving back in Italy he complained of feeling poor,
So they sent for a Doctor to try and find a cure,
He quickly found the problem and a cure was diagnosed,
He had to have his nookie or become a holy ghost.
As he lay on a single bed his Cardinals did explain,
You've got to get your end away, the smoke will rise again,
"I'll do it" said the papa, in fact I'm thrilled to bits,
"But she must be blind, deaf and dumb with a great big pair of tits".
We hijacked the Pope mobile, sprayed it Red, White and Blue,
We took it up to Derry's wall's and the Shankill too,
We took it to Sandy Row to see King Billy on his horse,
Where he knelt and kissed King Billy's feet, and the Horses arse.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
And we sent him back to Rome.
Now the bird she was a cracker, of that there was no doubts,
Black stockings and suspenders, and kinky leather boots (whistle),
But he couldnt get a hardon, in fact he felt a fool,
Which proves if you dont play the game dont make the bloody rules.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
And we sent him back to Rome.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
And we sent him back to Rome.
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah,
And we sent him back to Rome.
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