Father Vyvian 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

But the night before

Behind the door

A leprechaun had stroked it

But the night before

Behind the door

A leprechaun had slowly stroked it

He slowly stroked it

But 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

As he stumbled on his

He was delighted as it stiffened

And ripped right through his sock

"Oh St. Alfonzo would be proud of me"

He shouted down the block

Domine vobiscum

Et cum spiritu tuo

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 morning your highness

Oo oo ooo

Good gosh, you're sumptuous

Oo oo ooo

Good morning your highness

Oo oo ooo

Good gosh, you're sumptuous

Oo oo ooo