When The Pope Drives By

Lyrics

Fly off, little sparrow Perched upon a dry bed of [?] seed Just lookin' 'round for a birdhouse But today, no, it just won't be Move on, [?] hound dog Sitting on a dirty trash pile Chewin' on a dead rat's tail Nothing else to eat for a long, long while And all those people keep standing In a line by the wall Their eyes are staring at the table And no one is talking at all Passin' out the plates now The ladies are servin' up some of that real fine food Gonna hear a little story about Jesus Baby boy, suckin' on a [?] And now the policemen are Stringing up the streets with rope to tie Gotta move all these poor folks out for next week When the pope drives by When the pope drives by When the pope drives by When the pope drives by When the pope drives by TV, news, and radio people ask "Where do all these [?] ones come from?" While an old mother with a little baby girl faints Dead away in a hot downtown sun And the cameras crank And the mayor says "Let's talk about it all inside And come around next week These dirty streets will be clean When the pope drives by" And the politicians talk And just keep talking to talk Leaning up against a long, black limousine car Then a one man says that it's [?] for the rest Makes it plain that he's gonna be a TV star Some say that it's simply just hard luck And some were born that long old stain 'Morrow morning when the sun peeks up the freeway They'll still be some that still don't have a home anywhere So go find my little brother Bobby And tell him to wash his face And not to cry He'll pass away That little sparrow from his perch And get high above this crowd When the pope drives by When the pope drives by When the pope drives by When the pope drives by And I'll just wait in line