Come oh come

Saintly garb is too legit.

Black carpet

Round the pit.

Comfortably numb,

That’s what I hit.

Come forth, Lazarus!

Hurry, come quick!

See the angels

In the sky.

See the banner

In my Budweiser eye.

Come oh come,

Ye saintly types.

Come home, come home.

Now, let’s not fight.