Now Parrish was born on a summer's morn High up on Salisbury plain His parents were surprised when he opened his eyes And said how do You do Parrish is my name
He started in school breaking every rule Violence was his only relief For someone so small To burn down the school hall Was to him an education that just Couldn't be beat
Throughout every, week of every half a year Throughout every month of every day At the age of thirteen When most boys should still be green His experience with women was to say the least great
The best way to describe him in later life Is to go back to where it began While abducting a Nun He had suddenly become Converted from a sinner to a Godfearing man
Throughout every week of every half a year Throughout every month of every day If he gets to be Pope And who's to say he has no hope There'll be one hell of a party down Salisbury way
Incredible though it sounds he still astounds All those who hear him speak The man they, used to call The biggest villain of them all Former child delinquent now a good Parish PriestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
