| They called me the Reverend when I entered |
| The Church unstained; |
| My employers have changed but the name |
| Has remained. |
| It all began when I went on a tour, |
| Hoping t find some furniture. |
| Followed a sign saying «Beautiful Chest», |
| Led to a lady who showed me her best. |
| She was taken by surprise when I quickly |
| Closed my eyes. |
| So she rang the bell, and quick as hell |
| Bob the Nob came out on his job |
| To see what the troubles was. |
| «Louise, is the Reverend hard to please?» |
| «You're telling me!» |
| «Perhaps, sir, if it’s not too late, |
| We could interest you in our |
| Old-fashioned Staffordshire plate?» |
| «Oh no, not me, I’m a man of repute.» |
| But the Devil caught hold of my soul |
| And a voice called out, «Shoot!» |
| To save my steeple, I visited people; |
| For this I had gone when I met Little John. |
| His name came, I understood, |
| When the judge said, |
| You are a robbing hood." |
| He told me of his strange foundation, |
| Conceived on sight of the Woodstock nation; |
| He’d had to hide his reputation. |
| When poor, 'twas salvation from door to door. |
| But now, with a pin-up guru every week, |
| It was Love, Peace & Truth Incorporated |
| For all who seek. |
| He employed me as a karmamechanic, with |
| overal charms. |
| His hands were then fit to receive alms. |