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...