The Return of St. Cecilia

Well she’s wurn’t so little
And she wasn’t really nice
We all thought she was a goner
Till she was sighted once or twice
Pretty as a picture
But the picture finally cracked
Her whole world got dead and buried
Now she’s come a-crawling back
Celia — Celia, I never dug your trip
Celia — Celia! Is that a vaper on your lip?
Saint C. — Y'know it’s time you caed the news
Celia — Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your blues
Back back — back back. You slipped th cracks
Click- Clack. My God she’s back on track
Ceecee — ceecee wu’d you paint us black?
Look back — All the time you stabbd our back
(And that’s a fact)
How she ever got to Sainthood
Kind of never made no sense
There were two strikes in her favor
And eighty-eight strikes against
Squandered her credentials
Guzzling canned heat with the boys
She said she heard sweet, sweet music
But all she was hearing was noise
Celia — Celia, I never dug your trip
Celia — Celia! Is that a vaper on your lip?
Saint C. — Y'know it’s time you caed the news
Celia — Blessed lady, nobody ever dug your blues
Back back — back back. You slipped the cracks
Click- Clack. My God she’s back on track
Ceecee — ceecee wu’d you paint us black?
Look back — All the time you stabbed our back
(And that’s a fact)
Celia, is that you
Or just a shadow?
Celia, tell me true
We heard you got your head bust out
In Colorado
Goodbye Celia, my friend
Of I ever should see you
Ot won’t be the end