P2 Vatican Blues (Last Saturday Night)
Gazed at the ceiling from below
A splendid Michelangelo
Filled my heart with delight
Last Saturday night
Arrived believing from home
Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome
Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic
Last Saturday night
Now how come nobody really noticed
Puff of white smoke knocked me out
The truth is hiding, lurking, banking
Things they do at night
It's quite suspicious to say the least
Even mentioned it to my local priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
(Let's hear it. Call him on ??.
Play a chord, Dhani.)
I wish somebody would tell me
That it's only a show
I'll confess, own up, let's face it
In my concrete tuxedo
It's quite suspicious to say the least
While mentioning it to my priest
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
(Hello Father, Father, stick a little right upon with us. It'll be alright.)
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
Each Saturday night
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