Farther O'Blivion

Father Vivian O’Blivion
Resplendent in his frock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock
Cause the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked hi—
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked (He stroked it)
The night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his
Smock (Stroked his smock)
Which set him off in such a frenzy
He sang «Lock Around The Crock»
An' he topped it off with a—
An' he topped it off with a—
An' he topped it off with a—
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 Vo-bisque 'em
Et come spear a tu-tu, oh
Won’t you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alfonzo
They’re so light an' fluffy white
We’ll raise a fortune by tonight
They’re so light an' fluffy white
We’ll raise a fortune by tonight
They’re so light an' fluffy brown
They’re the finest in the town
They’re so light an' fluffy brown
They’re the finest in the town
Good morning, Your Highness
I brought you your snow shoes
Good morning, Your Highness
I brought you your snow shoes