Lyrics:

FZ--guitar/vocal
Sal Marquez--trumpet
Jean-Luc Ponty--violin
George Duke--keyboards
Ian Underwood--woodwinds
Ruth Underwood--percussion
Bruce Fowler--trombone
Tom Fowler--bass
Ralph Humphrey--drums

FZ: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his first Sydney appearance, maybe his second Sydney appearance, we don't know what he does in his spare time. Bring the band on down behind me, boys. Hold it.

Father Vivian 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)
Because the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his smock
An' that set him off in such a frenzy
He sang LOCK AROUND THE CROCK
An' he topped it off with a WOO WOO WOO
An' he topped it off with a WOO WOO
An' he topped it off with a WOO WOO
As he stumbled on his COCK
Oh Lord! He was delighted when it stiffened
And it ripped right through his sock
Oh, Saint Alfonzo would be proud of me
He shouted down the block
And as soon as he did that,
A crowd of people gathered around.
All the faithful
Came right up to him.
They wanted to look at the pink thing
Sticking out from the bottom of his
Tasteful discreet black nylon man-of-the-cloth type stocking.
And there it was, and here it was, and he went, 'hey hey,'
And they all went, 'ho-ho.'
And he calmed them
With a gesture that he'd learned
At an extension course in divinity school
He gave 'em one of these,
And then he went,
And then he went,
He gave 'em a few Dominus Vobiscums
They shut right up
He sat right there very still
And then he looked them all in the eye
Every last one of 'em
He gazed at everyone of 'em
And he looked them all in the eye
And he turned to 'em each and everyone
Each in his, each in his own words, each in his own way
And he turned to 'em and he said: