You said you're episcopalled
Well Ratzy, you puff!
You said you must disavow,
candid, hot stuff
You told us Rock is too much cuss,
and Satan waits ahead for us
Claimed you are the expertise
Shook your staff

It was a Pied Piper's damnation
God's ol' whippin' voice
Ratzinger's damnation:
Sing them songs while all Hades rejoice

You said that you can detect,
Satan on spot
But everywhere he's been seen so far
That's a lot!

Come on!
Come out off your splendid wheeze
You can set behind displease
You'd quit ensure dunning Deans,
who's been fondling all night, God forbid! Ain't that obscene!?

They're out on Vatican probation
That ol' slipping choice
Vatican probation
Copping feels while all Hades rejoice

They've had some hard times

Golgotcha! They're cutting the branch
Golgotcha! Your carte blanche
Golgotcha! Time to roll up some sleeves
Being de Ponteef you'd know that Rock's a found belief

Could be the Vatican's salvation,
an' muzak's Hall of Fame
Michael Boltonation
Sing yourself to make Hades look lame

Golgotcha! At the Church of Rome
Golgotcha! Males from the tome
Golgotcha! Don't pout, come now, extol
Golgotcha! It's just Rock "n' Roll
Golgotcha! Not a choir of boys
Golgotcha! Not a ploy or de-coy
Golgotcha! Loose that squalor in your eye
Golgotcha! And embrace the ol' "Stairway" supply
Golgotcha! Rock 'n' Roll! Golgotcha!