Father Paul's a gamblin man
and he likes to sing the blues.
He's a little kettle angry man
cuz he's got nothing to do.
He swings himself from side to side
on the playground where he discovered pride
He nearly snores himself to death every night.
Father Paul's a sour man
find him preaching on the streets.
From the pulpit of the parking lot
where the whiskey congress meets.
They take their holy sacrament
Father Paul doles out the punishment
Fifty swigs, my good sir, to the sinner on the right.
Father Paul's a family man
or at least he used to be.
He loved em but he left em all
He was called to the sea.
He kissed em each upon the head
Said, count your blessings fore you go to bed.
He took a drink, had a nice long think and he wept.
and he likes to sing the blues.
He's a little kettle angry man
cuz he's got nothing to do.
He swings himself from side to side
on the playground where he discovered pride
He nearly snores himself to death every night.
Father Paul's a sour man
find him preaching on the streets.
From the pulpit of the parking lot
where the whiskey congress meets.
They take their holy sacrament
Father Paul doles out the punishment
Fifty swigs, my good sir, to the sinner on the right.
Father Paul's a family man
or at least he used to be.
He loved em but he left em all
He was called to the sea.
He kissed em each upon the head
Said, count your blessings fore you go to bed.
He took a drink, had a nice long think and he wept.
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