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



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



One Our Father three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night

One Our Father three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night