Seven brothers spoke within me
But they each spoke at once, the same
So I had nothing, and none had the decency
To tell me his name
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Heyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey
I cut myself shaving
So I put a tissue gently to my chin
The seven or eight faithful were gathered
Committing seven or eight noble sins
Heyheyheyheyheyhey
And in the suite wearing golden crowns was
Seven maidens singing songs of lust
I did not eat the cranberries
From a dented can I could not trust
Howheyhowheyhowhowhowhow hey (etc.)
And the pope was on the run
Meanwhile I was knocking off the bishop's hat
Passing the bread, I ate the pope's nose
Next to me, grandfather spat
Hey hey hey how how how hey hey how how
And on the seventh day of the uprising
Elvis laid down his head to rest
While the colonel drank the blood of a mule
The pope was fondling Ann Margaret's breasts
Hey hey hey how how hey hey
The king is dead, but not forgotten
Don't eat the cranberries, they've gone rotten
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