Lyrics

It's the year 2163 Chester Barnes is risen from the dead And he's coming round to creosote the fence And I for one feel spartan and monastic As the drama unfolds on the lawn There's a wager between the staff and me That Barnsey can't complete the job before I take my final Stannah up the stairs to the stars Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Sssh… Granddaughter doesn't want to know Ever since she got into the charts Ask her what perfume she wears "Self-Righteous" by Anita Roddick The doctor overrates me in my room And with the regularity of doom A geezer with a double-necked guitar Comes and tells me Tales from Topographic Oceans Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Papal entourage give us a song Sssh…