In my concrete tuxedo
Each Saturday night
Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic
It's quite suspicious to say the least
Puff of white smoke knocked me out
Climbed every step inside St. Peter's Dome
Last Saturday night
Each Saturday night
Even mentioned it to my local priest
The truth is hiding, lurking, banking
Filled my heart with delight
Arrived believing from home
That it's only a show
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
I wish somebody would tell me
Each Saturday night
Now how come nobody really noticed
Last Saturday night
While mentioning it to my priest
Things they do at night
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
One Our Father, three Hail Marys
And I'll confess, own up, let's face it
It's quite suspicious to say the least
