Poke at the Pope

Have you ever seen a picture of Pope Paul? Have you ever asked yourself this question Would you trust this man with your soul now? Would you trust this man? ask yourself now His eyes are sunken and his cheeks are hollow While you dig the poor of the world they follow He hoarding up their gold in the Vatican Would you trust this man? ask yourself now A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin' Ave Maria, Ave Maria... Do you remember when the floods hit Italy? How the things they treasured most were destroyed All the paintings and the worshipped images 'Cos they lost their faith in the real God He's goin' down and he's goin' down fast You really didn't think the ignorance could last All the little children are learning And the constellation is turning A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin' Mumbling by the tumbling tide The kind of America humbly cried Save my soul, save it soon! The king of America fell in swoon Oh yea, my honey, Oh yea my honey...