Father O'Blivion

Get on your feet and do the "funky Alfonzo"

Father Blivion, O'Blivion

Was blending in his crock

Was whipping up the batter

For the pancakes of his flock

He was looking rather bleary

He forgot to watch the clock

But the night before

Behind the door

A leprechaun had stroked it

The night before

Behind the door

A leprechaun had stroked

He stroked it

The night before

Behind the door

A leprechaun had stroked his spot

He stroked his spot

It set him off in such a frenzy

He sang "Lock Around the Crock"

And he topped it off with a

And he topped it off with a

And he topped it off with a

Whoo-hoo-hoo

Whoo-hoo-hoo

Whoo-hoo-hoo

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"

He shouted down the block

Dominus vobiscum

Et cum spiri-two-two-oh

Don't you eat my sleazy pancakes

Just for Saintly Alphonzo

They're so light and fluffy white

We'll raise a fortune by tonight

They're so light and fluffy white

We'll raise a fortune by tonight

They're so light and fluffy brown

They're the finest in the town

They're so light and fluffy brown

They're the finest in the town

Good mornin', your highness

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Good gosh, oh, you're sumptuous

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Good mornin', your highness

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Good gosh, oh, you're sumptuous

Bitchin' man