The Pope will not retire even though he's awfully sick.
When they ask if he is able he says, "Am I Catholic?"
He will wear his pointy hat and he'll keep carrying his stick.
The pontiff marches on.
Glory glory hallelujah.
The Pope's one tough religious ruler.
Though he's stricken with disease
And he has ailing hips and knees,
The pontiff marches on.
He was having trouble breathing; still he left the hospital.
He cannot be fazed by plagues dispite proportions biblical.
He will tell that old grim reaper what to do with his sickle.
The pontiff marches on.
Glory glory hallelujah.
The Pope is ill but what's it to ya?
And it's clear he won't resign
Until God gives him a sign.
The pontiff marches on.
He's hard to understand and some say he has lost the plot.
There's a host of Cardinals waiting for the vacant papal spot.
But he'll walk to mass through lava and he'll say it isn't hot.
The pontiff marches on.
Glory glory hallelujah.
He may never dance the hula.
He pontificates. He wheezes.
Only'd abdicate for Jesus.
The pontiff marches on.
Glory glory hallelujah.
He'll ride his Pope mobile right to ya.
Spreading blessings through the land
Until he shakes St. Peter's hand.
The pontiff marches on!
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