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There is a Drunken Vicar on the rampage on the Planet Nouala,
and he is complaining about Eric Strudelhofen regularly,
and In the Nouala city streets, he is the damn sage,
and he Got his collar twisted, he is a wild beast,
And he is Pourin’ up the holy wine, man, to say the least.
And Oooooo arrrrrrrrr,
He is Kickin’ up dust, he’s alive, and he thrives!
And I am a no name reporter and My combine harvester has broken down, oh hell,
And What am I going to do? You know I excel!
And the Vicar he’s Runnin’ through the night like it is the end of the world,
And he is Sippin’ on the expensive spirits,
and I’m glad I am not the host.
And there are Drunken antics, and the righteous talk,
and the Vicars gone rogue, and I hear the demons squawk!
And the Holy water has turned to whisky, can’t you see?
Yeah, there In the churchyard, shakin’ it like a G!
and he is Preachin’ on my sins, but he is livin’ large,
And Kickin’ down doors, because he says he is the vicar in charge!
ooooooo arrrrrrr raise that glass,
Bottles and bibles, man, they shatter like glass.
So Pour it out, let it flow, no remorse,
And Lost in the madness, he is supernatural, a spiritual force!
And Through the night like a madman’s ghost,
He’s Sippin’ on the spirits, man, soon he is going to be a ghost.
And there are Drunken antics, and the righteous talk,
And the Vicar has gone rogue, hear the demons squawk!
And on these Noualan nights, I’m livin’ dangerously bold,
Echoes of my laughter, the stories unfold.
And My combine harvester broke down, I scream,
“What am I going to do I need to report more often, and I am Living the dream!
Because there is Holy chaos, yeah, and I’m breakin’ the mold,
And the Vicar is on a bender, so watch it all unfold!
And his Sermons turnin’ to raps, yo, he’s on fire,
And he is Mixing up the spirit, and he calls my name higher!
And Oooooo arrrrrrrrr, I hear that shout,
And he Drunk as a motherducker, ain’t no doubt!
And In the heart of Nouala, he is runnin’ the town,
And on the Drunken vicar rampage, he is wearin’ the crown!
And he is Runnin’ through the night like a madman’s ghost,
And he is Sippin’ on the spirits, man, and he is the drunkest host.
And there are Drunken antics, but sod the righteous talk,
The Vicars gone rogue, hear the demons squawk!
So here’s to the nights we’ll never forget,
A drunken vicar rampage, and he has no regrets!
he has chatted up fifty old age pensioners and now he is covered in lipstick and his hair is in a mess.
So raise your glass high, let’s toast to the crew,
cause the scene is crazy and I am reporting too,
and What am I going to do next?
and Yeah the drunken vicars breaking through,
and he is fighting people in the high street,
with baguettes,
and he’s bought the whole crew,
yes the baguette makers from all around,
and he’s drunkenly using and waving baguettes to commit robbery,
and now he has ram raided a supermarket,
and is as drunk as can be,
and stealing alcohol more regularly!!!
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