Divine Service

For this divine service I gave

Consider me for one of your bronze medals

For all the souls that I have saved

I think I ought to be safe from the devil.

Brother O’Regan and dear Sister Josephine (dear Sister Josephine)

See that they lay me in the best emerald green

And please be discreet ‘bout the kiss on the cheek I gave Sister Angelique last week

Then as they lay me to rest on my deathbed I feel

My hope subsiding for all the glad tidings I helped reveal.

Archbishop Muir I think you’ll find

The bingo books bout ninety pounds down

I must confess (he must confess)

I bought sister a dress

For her to wear at my requiem mass

Now come take my hand you must understand what I see

I feel that I’m falling the white angels’ calling to me

The boat breaks the mooring my spirit is soaring I’m free.

Now come take my hand you must understand what I see

I feel that I’m falling the white angels’ calling to me

The boat breaks the mooring my spirit is soaring I’m free.