P2 Vatican Blues (Last Saturday Night) - George Harrison

Gazed at the ceiling from below

A splendid Michelangelo

Filled my heart with delight

Last Saturday night

Arrived believing from home

Climbed every step inside St. Peter’s Dome

Claustrophobic and ex-Catholic

Last Saturday night

Now how come nobody really noticed

Puff of white smoke knocked me out

The truth is hiding, lurking, banking

Things they do at night

It’s quite suspicious to say the least

Even mentioned it to my local priest

One Our Father, three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night

I wish somebody would tell me

That it’s only a show

And I’ll confess, own up, let’s face it

In my concrete tuxedo

It’s quite suspicious to say the least

Even mentioned it to my local priest

One Our Father, three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night

One Our Father, three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night

One Our Father, three Hail Marys

Each Saturday night