(Parody of We're an American Band by Grand Funk Railroad)


I'm on the road yeah, I'm on tour
Don't need no map 'cause I've been here before
Hotel, motels and one night stands
I'm just a holy rolling traveling man
Signing autographs and talking to the press
Ain't got no time to preach, pray or bless
All kinds of groupies climbing on to my car
You know they won't be getting too far

'Cause I'm a Vatican man
Yeah I'm a Vatican man
I'm coming to your town
I'm gonna kiss the ground
'Cause I'm a Vatican man

I'm John Paul, II but I'm second to none
I'm John, Paul, George and Ringo rolled into one
The head honcho, the king clown
A man they idol in a macram� gown
From San Francisco down to New Orleans
I'll turn you Yanks into praying machines
There's only one thing that I think is the pits
I'd have to be a Conehead to make this hat fit

But I'm a Vatican man
Yeah I'm a Vatican man
If you don't dig my thing
Then you can kiss my ring
'Cause I'm a Vatican man