Father O'Blivion

(Get up on your feet and do the Funky Alfonzo)
 Father Bivion O'Blivion
 Was blending in his crock
 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 storked 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 ...
 oo ooo ooo
 oo ooo ooo
 oo ooo ooo
 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
 Dominus vobiscum
 Et cum spiritu two oh
 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