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Your support makes all the difference.In a bizarre ceremony involving a mix of prayer and reggae music, Sinead O'Connor has been ordained as a Catholic priest at the breakaway Latin Tridentine church in Lourdes, France. She has also apologised for ripping up a picture of the Pope.
Kangaroo Loose in Top Paddock
Those people whom the gods dislike
They first give record deals to
To tap the lunacy at source
A monstrous ego helps of course
To summon up the kangaroo
Where simple talent just won't do
Boing boing, boingy-boing
"Oh Daddy - you're not watching me!"
The kangaroo's all sympathy
What huge conceit there needs to be
To take the world on piece by piece
Armed only with your press release
The earlier pop stars, mostly men
Who courted madness now and then
Were smiled on when they trashed their flats
And crashed their planes or murdered bats
Now things being equal, women too
Get visits from the kangaroo
We whom the gods do not make stars
Must stand in streets and shout at cars,
A tortured background's not enough
But wealth or fame are perfect stuff
Since then they send a camera crew
To interview the kangaroo
Boing boing, boingy-boing
Over the field and through the gate
Across the threshold up the hall
The kangaroo has come to call
And as he has arrived at least
One may as well dress up as priest
What church is that she advocates?
St Barking of the Missing Slates?
Of course. It's just across the way
We wibble while we kneel to pray
Commend to us those things we lack
Until the doctors take us back
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