It began as a regular day in my room,  with a cup of hot black coffee  Sure, I was depressed but I always am  Some people love life, well not me.  But then the choppers came,  two by two by ten  announcing apocalypse of a different kind  So I ran out of my room, ran down the stairs  Down the street into Nathan Phillips Square  People, people running and horses everywhere  Yeah, the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope  We're all here to see the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope  Well you got yer pope pennants, buttons,  yer pope clothes  You got yer pope binoculars to see him up close  and I cried when I saw that man in white  I cried much to my surrounder's delight.  I cried 'cause I couldn't breathe anymore  I cried 'cause people were stepping on my feet  Hey, hey Mr. Holiness, way over there,  maybe we love you but we're sadly lakcing air.  Well, I love that man, Pope John Paul III.  I love him, probably more than he deserves.  Okay, so he persecutes homosexuals,  does not believe in abortion,  vists with Kurt Waldheim  and tells us not to take the Pill,  there's still a certain je ne sais quoi...  Some peace, some love some goodwill  Yeah, the Pope, Pope, Pope, Pope Pope.  (Etc.)  Then he scooted away in that great Popemobile  I was feeling so trampled  I didn't know what else to feel.  Then we all kissed the ground  where John Paul had been.....  I can hardly wait  til someone famous comes to town again.