Father Oblivion Songtext / Lyric

(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