Hey, flock, rub your beads together
The white smoke signals something
that is gonna change the weather
We'll kill the fatted calf tonight so stick around
There's gonna be religious music, solid walls of sound
Hey John Paul, Peter, have you seen him yet?
Ooh but he's so wigged out
Buh-buh-buh Benedict Sixteen
Oh, he's weird and he's wonderful
Oh, Benny's he's a-rilly keen
He's got a gold crozier
A rad tonsure
You know I read it in a maga-zah-ine, yeah
B-B-B-Benedict Sixteen