Well, the other evening round at Poca Mahoney's Usual cronies were lurking there A suped up pansy and a delinquent dandy Next to Link Man Wray, mutterings on the stairs, saying It's not a question of our Lord It's more a question of, oh Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope Mother fucker, Poca Mahone Same time next week round at Poca Mahoneys Other cronies waiting there Miss Sax-Coburg-Gotha The Duchess of Noscha A dead ringer for Link Man Wray Mumbling on the stairs It's not a question of Oh, no, it's more a question of Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope Mother fucker, Poca Mahone My little soul was five years old Mother fucker turned me to stone Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope Mother fucker, Poca Mahone