Poca Mahoney’s

[Verse 1]
Well, the other evening round at Poca Mahoney's
Usual cronies were lurking there
A suped up pansy and a delinquent dandy
Next to Link Man Wray, mutterings on the stairs, saying

[Pre-Chorus]
It's not a question of our Lord
It's more a question of, oh

[Chorus]
Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope
Mother fucker, Poca Mahone

[Verse 2]
Same time next week round at Poca Mahoneys
Other cronies waiting there
Miss Sax-Coburg-Gotha
The Duchess of Noscha
A dead ringer for Link Man Wray
Mumbling on the stairs

[Pre-Chorus]
It's not a question of
Oh no, it's more a question of

[Chorus]
Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope
Mother fucker, Poca Mahone

[Outro]
My little soul was five years old
Mother fucker turned me to stone
Man of the cloak, priest, bishop or pope
Mother fucker, Poca Mahone