Papal Parody

Our papal plot has come to an end, and so we sing one final song to the tune of "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina," from Evita:

Give us a pope, Argentina
The truth is we need a new way
To preach our message
Without distraction
Of crimes and scandal
You know what I mean.

We had to let it happen
We had to change
Couldn't keep the same old Euro popes
Blessing us from the window
Praying out in the sun
So we chose Francis
Hoping for sure that he'd clean up the mess
He's modest, impressing us all
We never expected him to.

Give us a pope, Argentina
The truth is we need a new way
To preach our message
Without distraction
Of crimes and scandal
You know what I mean.