Karol, bless you. K-Karol, bless you.
Karol, bless you. K-Karol, bless you.

Popin' guy who was bedecked in glory.
The frontman of Christians has now ended his story.
Gone up high, chattin' with God. Who'll replace the hat?
The chap, he wore it seven feet up, like a white Shaq.

He's now calling into heaven.
(Twice an assassin tried for early admission.)
But 'P' popped off clerical auspicion.
Communism's rotten. To cull it: his mission.

Up in the belfry. Pole/Italiana.
We'll miss the hat and whitened robes.
Until we anoint holy John Paul the Third.
Cuz his journey as Papa's spreading from earth.

Crying, grieving, mourning.
A tearful sun is dawning.
Always rendering. Crowds would cheer.
He's no longer Christening.
Why are we so teary,
The new Pope will be dearly.
Oh so heavenly, Paul endeared.
The Pope's on to next things.

He had a choc-full ol' reign. Pitfalls? Oh, yes.
Van full of paper confetti shreds.
Didn't wanna live to see eighty-five.
The cake alight? (The flames would've melted all!)

He chided all who pack contraception.
Visited in prison the man who tried to just kill him.
Because of all the press, kept free from concub-i-nes.
Abstained from girl hunting, he was wed to Zion.

In heaven he'll get his first rest in years.
Kick up his sandals, down some beers.
We farewell the pontiff. Yeah, the papal, petrine dude.
For the steeple, chose martydom. God bless you.

Crying, grieving, mourning.
A tearful sun is dawning.
Always rendering. Crowds would cheer.
He's no longer Christening.
Why are we so teary,
The new Pope will be dearly.
Oh so heavenly, Paul endeared.
The Pope's on to next things.

He had a choc-full ol' reign. Pitfalls? Oh, yes.
Van full of paper confetti shreds.
Kick up his sandals, first rest in years.
Lovingly reigned, headed off this year.

Karol, bless you. K-Karol, bless you.
Karol, bless you. K-Karol, bless you.
Karol, bless you. K-Karol, bless you.
Karol, bless you. K-Karol, bless you.