I'm on the road yeah
I'm on tour
Don't need no map
Cuz I been here before
Hotels -Motels -One night stands
I'm just a holy rollin' travelin' man
Signing autographs
Talking to the press
Ain't got no time to preach
Pray or bless
All kinds of groupies
Climbing all through my car
You know they won't be getting too far
Cuz I'm a Vatican Man
Yeah I'm a Vatican Man
I'm comin' to your town
I'm gonna kiss the ground
Cuz 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 matinee idol
In a macramé gown
From San Francisco
Down to New Orleans
I'll turn you yanks
Into praying machines
There's only one thing 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
Cuz I'm a Vatican Man
I'm a Vatican Man
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