St. Alfonzo's Pancake Breakfast

Yes, indeed, here we are

At St. Alfonzo's pancake breakfast

Where I stole the margarine

And widdled on the bingo cards

In lieu of the latrine

I saw a handsome parish lady

Make her entrance like a queen

Why she was totally chenille

And her old man was a marine

As she abused a sausage pattie

And said why don't you treat me mean?

(Hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, oh, oh)

At St. Alfonzo's pancake breakfast

(Wow, good God, get off the bus)

Where I stole the margarine

Saint Alfonzo

Saint Alfonzo

Saint Alfonzo

Saint Alfonzo

Ooh, ah