When I *** red I know I ain't dead, just critically injured, like when
we chew fish I blush tomato-sauce reddish, not Australia-sky bluish
Only Holy God in Heaven knows who will be our next guy pope as
it may be a priest with a dish pan under him ******' Dawn dish soap
Only heady God of yonder knows who'll be the next deadly pope as
it may be a priest with a dish pan under him ******* on a ***** rope
Only Señor God from Heaven knows who'll be the best *** pope as
it may be a witch ******' into a dish washer, Tide dish-washing soap
instead of into a bale of dope, instead of over a rounded, gray *****
off San Juan Hill's *****, crushing Teddy Roosevelt & Myron Cope