(Get up on your feet and do the Funky Alfonzo)
Father Bivion O'Blivion
Was blending in his crock
Was whipping up the batter
For the pancakes of his flock
He was looking rather bleary
He forgot to watch the clock
But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked it
But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had slowly storked it
He slowly stroked it
But the night before
Behind the door
A leprechaun had stroked his spot
He stroked his spot
It set him off in such a frenzy
He sang Lock Around the Crock!
And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...
And he topped it off with a ...
oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo
oo ooo ooo
As he stumbled on his ...
He was delighted as it stiffened
And ripped right through his sock
Oh St. Alfonso would be proud of me
He shouted down the block
Dominus vobiscum
Et cum spiritu two oh
Don't you eat my sleazy pancakes
Just for Saintly Alphonzo
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy white
We'll raise a fortune by tonight
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
They're so light and fluffy brown
They're the finest in the town
Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo
Good morning your highness
oo oo ooo
Good gosh, you're sumptuous
oo oo ooo

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