Sainthood's not in your future
I should have seen it all coming
Your left hook I found most stunning
Sainthood is not in your future

Wherefore art thou so nasty
I thought of you as so classy
But sainthood's not in your future
That's when the bullet whizzed past me

No it ain't, no it ain't, no it ain't

Sainthood's not in your future
The Pope is on the floor laughing
The Cardinals roar, they're backslapping
Sainthood is not in your future

You came highly recommended
Your Joan Of Arc do when attended
But sainthood's not in your future
All interaction's now suspended

All interaction's now suspended

Sainthood's not in your future
Collect your things, it's done, over
Collect your things, just leave Rover
Sainthood is not in your future

Where's the happily ever after?
Where is the sound of joy and laughter?
But sainthood's not in your future
Cheer up, you may just win a BAFTA