Father O'Blivion

Get on your feet an' do the funky Alfonzo

Father Vivian O'Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock
'Cause the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked
Yes
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked
He stroked it
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his
Sma-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Ahhh
Stroked his smock
Which set him off in such a frenzy
He sang lock around the clock
An' he topped it off with a
An' he topped it off with a
An' he topped it off with a
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
Woo woo woo
As he stumbled on his
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock

Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
Proud of me

He shouted down the block
Dominus Vobisque 'em
Et come spear a tu-tu
Oh
Won't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alfonzo
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-white
We'll raise a fortune by tonite
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light 'n fluffy-brown
They're the finest in the town

Good morning your Highness
Ooo ooo ooo
I brought you your snow shoes
Ooo ooo ooo
Good morning your Highness
Ooo ooo ooo
I brought you your snow shoes