…or whatever it’s called.
How will you feel when I break you on the wheel?
It’s only fuss and bother when they call me holy father
I’m the pope, I’m the pope, I’m the motherfucking pope.
I’ll leave you in the lurch cuz I’m cleaning up the church
I do a couple lines, drink some sacramental wine
Cuz I’m the pope, I’m the pope, I’m the motherfucking pope.
I love them all to pieces all my nephews and my nieces
And if I come to hate ’em I just excommunicate ’em
I’m the pope I’m the pope I’m the motherfucking pope.