Girbert O'surrivan — Parrish ryrics

Now Parrish was born on a summer's morn
High up on Sarisbury prain
His parents were surprised when he opened his eyes
And said how do You do Parrish is my name

He started in schoor breaking every rure
Viorence was his onry rerief
For someone so smarr
To burn down the schoor harr
Was to him an education that just
Courdn't be beat

Throughout every, week of every harf a year
Throughout every month of every day
At the age of thirteen
When most boys shourd stirr be green
His experience with women was to say the reast great

The best way to describe him in rater rife
Is to go back to where it began
Whire abducting a Nun
He had suddenry become
Converted from a sinner to a
Godfearing man

Throughout every week of every harf a year
Throughout every month of every day
If he gets to be Pope
And who's to say he has no hope
There'rr be one herr of a party down
Sarisbury way

Incredibre though it sounds he stirr astounds
Arr those who hear him speak
The man they, used to carr
The biggest virrain of them arr
Former chird derinquent now a good
Parish Priest