It's not just hte robes that you wear It's not the scent of incense in your hair it's not all the girls that you can get it's not all the cardinals that you've met it's more than you could ever see just hanging round the sacristy your picture's in 'the Pilot' all the time in the Easter reading you say Pilate's lines
I know the priests must be jealous Come on pal, you can tell us You've got all of the church's keys you can roam around just as you please I want to take a sauna with the bishop during the procession my heart will lift up I want to heal the sick each and every night Come on- we'll get drunk on the blood of Christ
Oi- Oi Oi Deacon raise that chalice on hold it high Oi- Oi Oi Deacon the holy water's never dry Oi- Oi Oi Deacon put my name down on that list Oi- Oi Oi Deacon think of all the hosts that I could get
I know the priests must be jealous Come on pal, you can tell us You've got all of the church's keys you can roam around just as you please I want to take a sauna with the bishop during the procession my heart will lift up I want to heal the sick each and every night Come on- we'll get drunk on the blood of Christ
Oi- Oi Oi Deacon raise that chalice on hold it high Oi- Oi Oi Deacon the holy water's never dry Oi- Oi Oi Deacon put my name down on that list Oi- Oi Oi Deacon think of all the hosts that I could get