Oh, Pope John Paul wears half a ball
to hide his baldy heid,
They say that he'll still have it on
when he's lying deid,
I wonder if he'd wear it
if he knew when it was whole,
That the ball was kicked by Micheal Mols
into the Celtic goal.
Oh, The soldiers they wear helmets
to protect their heids,
And your granny to keep warm
wears a nightcap to her bed,
In Scotland there's the pipers,
Their Busby's lookin' braw,
But you've got to laugh at pope John Paul
'cos he wears half a ball.
Oh, Pope John Paul wears half a ball
to hide his baldy heid,
They say that he'll still have it on
when he's lying deid,
I wonder if he'd wear it
if he knew when it was whole,
That the ball was kicked by Micheal Mols
into the Celtic goal.
Oh, The pope he came to Glasgow
and kneeled down to kiss the ground,
A little boy ran up to him
and the crowd were struck dumb-found,
The little boy then raised his foot
and kicked the half a ball,
He said "I'm sorry mr pope man,
i was trying to score a goal".
Oh, Pope John Paul wears half a ball
to hide his baldy heid,
They say that he'll still have it on
when he's lying deid,
I wonder if he'd wear it
if he knew when it was whole,
That the ball was kicked by Micheal Mols
into the Celtic goal.
I remember in the papers,
It read King Billy was gay,
But i wish those lying reporters
would report on the present day,
They tried to make us Proddy's out
to be a laughing stock,
When the tims they worship
a man in a half ball,
Beads and a long white frock.
Oh, Pope John Paul wears half a ball
to hide his baldy heid,
They say that he'll still have it on
when he's lying deid,
I wonder if he'd wear it
if he knew when it was whole,
That the ball was kicked by Micheal Mols
into the Celtic goal.