14 July, 2009

I Saw The Pope

Easter Sunday of this year, while on spring break, I attended mass in the Vatican. It was awesome. This is the song I wrote for it, and by that, I mean anyone who stumbles across this randomly, I wrote this spoof of "I'm on a Boat," transforming it into "I Saw the Pope". It was harder than I thought it would be, but it fits the meter and rhyme scheme, so put the song on and sing along.


Ben-né

Aw, snap. Get your hymnals ready, turn to page two-six-three. Everybody in the church hit the wooden pews, but stand for the opening procession. We singin’ this. Let’s pray.

I saw the Pope; I saw the Pope. Everybody look at me ‘cause I really saw the Pope. I saw the Pope; I saw the Pope. Take a good, hard look at the super holy Pope.

I saw the pope, Mother Teresa, take a look at me. Straight prayin’ wit da pope, head’a da Holy Sea. Bustin’ five pr’yer, words whisp’rin’ full of hope. You can’t stop me, Illuminati, ‘cause I saw the Pope.
Take a picture, Val. I saw the Pope, girl. We drinkin’ Communion Wine ‘cause it’s so fine. I got my head bowed, and my handies folded. I’m sayin’ prayers; you in confession, straight sayin’ sorry.

I’m standin’ in a queue, crackin’ jokes and puns. The jokes aren’t good, no one’s havin’ any fun. But this ain’t com’dy club, the joke’s as fu’ny as I use. I saw the Pope, Easter Sunday, don’t you ever bemuse.

I saw the Pope and he gave a bless-an wearin’ a silver and gold Papal Fanon. He’s leadin’ the free world, on a balcony like Juliet. If he lost a bet, you bet he’d still be Benedict.
F’rget priests, I saw the Pope Easter Sunday. F’rget church, I wenta th’Vatican Easter Sunday. I’m in the chairs with my boys, Easter Sunday. The church bells make noise, Easter Sunday.

Hey Sally, if you could see us shine, up really er’ly to get in the line. Gonna get thru the line to good seats some time. Mark Simmons said, “there’s no bad experiences.”

Yeah. Never thought I’d see the Pope. It’s a big marbl’ St. Peter’s Square. Yeah. Hey Jesus, look at me, oooh. Never thought I’d see the place where Angels and Demons took place. Believe me when I say, I met a sister.

I saw the Pope; I saw the pope. Everybody look at me ‘cause I really saw the Pope. I saw the Pope; I saw the Pope. Take a good, hard look at the super holy Pope.

Ben-né. Ben-né. Yeaaah, yea, yea.

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