OH, WHEN THE SAINTS
(sorrentino)
Oh, when the saints will come to earth leaving their clean blue sky,
take your wife and run!
‘Cause the saints ain`t what you think,
that ain’t got no sex at all.
Oh, when the dead will come from hell leaving their dark damp sites,
take your mum and run!
‘Cause your mum won’t like the dead.
"Ain’t no good friends for my son!"
Oh, when the fish will start to talk how will it sound their voice?
Like Lili Marlene when she’s been up all night long.
Looks like fish ain’t made to sing.
