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