E D A A/G A/F# A/F E
G E azed at the ce A iling from below
A spl D endid Michelangel Adim/Gb o
Filled my h A eart with de F# light
B7 Last Sat E urday n A ight. A/G A F# A/F E
E Arrived bel A ieving from home
Climbed every s D tep inside St. Peter's D Adim/Gb ome
Claustroph A obic and ex-Ca F# tholic
B7 Last Sat E urday n A ight. A/G A/F# E A
D Now how come nobody really noticed
Puff of A white smoke knocked me out
The B7 truth is hiding, lurking, banking
E Things they do at night
E It?s quite s A uspicious to say the least
Even me D ntioned it to my local pri Adim/Gb est
One Our F A ather, three Hail Ma F# rys
B7 Each Sat E urday n A ight. A/G A/F# A/F E
D I wish somebody would tell me
That it's A only a show
B7 I'll confess, own up, let's face it
E In my concrete tuxedo
E It?s quite s A uspicious to say the least
While m D entioning it to my pri Adim/Gb est
One Our F A ather, three Hail F# Marys
B7 Each Sa E turday n A ight. A/G A/F# A/F E
One Our F A ather, three Hail F# Marys
B7 Each Sat E urday n A ight.
One Our F A ather, three Hail M F# arys
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