So the white smoke went up, and now I’ve got a Meryn Cadell song stuck in my head.
“The pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
we all here to see the pope, pope, pope, pope, pope.
Well, you got your pope pennants, buttons, your pope clothes,
You got your pope binoculars to see him up close
and I cried when I saw that man in white.
I cried, much to my surrounders’ 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 lacking air.”
I don’t even know if I have that cassette any more. This is going to make me crazy.