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   While mentioning it to my 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