Poca Mahoney's

[Verse 1] Well, the other evening round at Poca Mahoney's Usual cronies were lurking there A suped up pansy and a delinquent dandy Next to Link Man Wray, mutterings on the stairs, saying [Pre-Chorus] It's not a question of our Lord It's more a question of, oh [Chorus] Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope Mother fucker, Poca Mahone [Verse 2] Same time next week round at Poca Mahoneys Other cronies waiting there Miss Sax-Coburg-Gotha The Duchess of Noscha A dead ringer for Link Man Wray Mumbling on the stairs [Pre-Chorus] It's not a question of Oh no, it's more a question of [Chorus] Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope Mother fucker, Poca Mahone [Outro] My little soul was five years old Mother fucker turned me to stone Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope Mother fucker, Poca Mahone