I can’t find a link for people to listen to (neither on youtube nor elsewhere) but I’d also suggest Meryn Cadell’s “The Pope”, from the same 1992 album as “The Sweater” (“Angel Food For Thought”).
The song’s lyrics can be read on his (yes, his) website:
‘It began as a regular day in my room with a cup of hot black coffee.
Well, sure I was depressed, but I always am,
some people love life, well not me.
But then the choppers came
two by two by ten
announcing Apocalypse of a different kind
So I ran out of my room, ran down the stairs,
down the street, into Nathan Phillips Square
people, people running and horses everywhere, yeah
The pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
we all here to see the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
Well, you got your pope pennants, buttons, your pope clothes,
You got your pope binoculars to see him up close
and I cried when I saw that man in white.
I cried, much to my surrounders’ delight.
I cried, ’cause I couldn’t breathe anymore; I cried
’cause people were stepping on my feet.
Hey, hey Mr. Holiness way over there,
Maybe we love you, but we’re sadly lacking air.
Well I love that man, Pope John Paul the 3rd
I love him probably more than he deserves.
Okay, so he persecutes homosexuals, does not believe in abortion,
visits with Kurt Waldheim and tells us not to take the pill …
There’s still a certain je ne sais quoi –
Some peace, some love, some goodwill.
Yeah, the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
we all here to see the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
Well, you got your pope pennants, buttons, your pope clothes,
You got your pope binoculars to see him up close
and I cried when I saw that man in white.
I cried, much to my surrounders’ delight.
I cried, ’cause I couldn’t breathe anymore; I cried
’cause people were stepping on my feet.
Hey, hey Mr. Holiness way over there,
Maybe we love you, but we’re sadly lacking air.
Then he scooted away in that great Popemobile
I was feeling so trampled, I didn’t know what else to feel
Then we all kissed the ground where John Paul had been …
I can hardly wait till someone famous comes to town again.
Yeah, the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
Uh huh, the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.’
In a country way over the ocean
There’s a man who has a strange notion
That he is the world’s one great hope
He’s Giovanni Montini, the Pope
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Who lives in the Vaticanini
Why, he don’t even need to use soap
He’s Giovanni Montini, the Pope.
If atheists tried to attack him
Why, he don’t even let it distract him
He just makes a cross on his chest
Let’s his boss-man take care of the rest
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Who lives in a-Rome Italiny
Why, he don’t even need to blow dope
He’s Giovanni Montini, the Pope
A sheriff could never subpoeni
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Cause no one would ever dare quibble
With a man who is infallibibble
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Who lives in the Vaticanini
Well the cardinals never say nope
To Giovanni Montini,
Do you know who I meani
Giovani Montini, the Pope
rani haridas @ # 3 – Copy the URL in the address bar of your browser (the text including “freethoughtblogs.com … the-pope-songs/”), and paste it into your Facebook message.
I can’t find a link for people to listen to (neither on youtube nor elsewhere) but I’d also suggest Meryn Cadell’s “The Pope”, from the same 1992 album as “The Sweater” (“Angel Food For Thought”).
The song’s lyrics can be read on his (yes, his) website:
http://www.meryncadell.com/angelfood.html
Thanks, I got the lyrics.
‘It began as a regular day in my room with a cup of hot black coffee.
Well, sure I was depressed, but I always am,
some people love life, well not me.
But then the choppers came
two by two by ten
announcing Apocalypse of a different kind
So I ran out of my room, ran down the stairs,
down the street, into Nathan Phillips Square
people, people running and horses everywhere, yeah
The pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
we all here to see the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
Well, you got your pope pennants, buttons, your pope clothes,
You got your pope binoculars to see him up close
and I cried when I saw that man in white.
I cried, much to my surrounders’ delight.
I cried, ’cause I couldn’t breathe anymore; I cried
’cause people were stepping on my feet.
Hey, hey Mr. Holiness way over there,
Maybe we love you, but we’re sadly lacking air.
Well I love that man, Pope John Paul the 3rd
I love him probably more than he deserves.
Okay, so he persecutes homosexuals, does not believe in abortion,
visits with Kurt Waldheim and tells us not to take the pill …
There’s still a certain je ne sais quoi –
Some peace, some love, some goodwill.
Yeah, the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
we all here to see the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
Well, you got your pope pennants, buttons, your pope clothes,
You got your pope binoculars to see him up close
and I cried when I saw that man in white.
I cried, much to my surrounders’ delight.
I cried, ’cause I couldn’t breathe anymore; I cried
’cause people were stepping on my feet.
Hey, hey Mr. Holiness way over there,
Maybe we love you, but we’re sadly lacking air.
Then he scooted away in that great Popemobile
I was feeling so trampled, I didn’t know what else to feel
Then we all kissed the ground where John Paul had been …
I can hardly wait till someone famous comes to town again.
Yeah, the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
Uh huh, the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.’
I wish I could listen to the song.
Here’s yet another, somewhat dated, entry. Giovanni Montini was Pope Paul VI and this recording by Patrick Sky dates from the early seventies.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs11vSDdrVM
Here are the lyrics:
GIOVANNI MONTINI
(Mike Hunt)
In a country way over the ocean
There’s a man who has a strange notion
That he is the world’s one great hope
He’s Giovanni Montini, the Pope
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Who lives in the Vaticanini
Why, he don’t even need to use soap
He’s Giovanni Montini, the Pope.
If atheists tried to attack him
Why, he don’t even let it distract him
He just makes a cross on his chest
Let’s his boss-man take care of the rest
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Who lives in a-Rome Italiny
Why, he don’t even need to blow dope
He’s Giovanni Montini, the Pope
A sheriff could never subpoeni
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Cause no one would ever dare quibble
With a man who is infallibibble
Giovanni Baptiste Montini
Who lives in the Vaticanini
Well the cardinals never say nope
To Giovanni Montini,
Do you know who I meani
Giovani Montini, the Pope
Thanks, very nice song. I will use this one for the blog. I hope others will send some Pope songs.
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rani haridas @ # 3 – Copy the URL in the address bar of your browser (the text including “freethoughtblogs.com … the-pope-songs/”), and paste it into your Facebook message.
Nuclear Assault – Hang The Pope:
Donovan, from Òpen Road, 1970
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