Catholic Smokering

You're my baby boy, You're my walking stick Like a catholic smokestack Some days I just wanna sing I-I-I-I just wanna sing Of everything! Of everything... You're my baby boy, You're my catholic smokering... It's not a religious thing But that is the way it sounds... So be it I spend a lot of time listening to the ground And the bees and the birds If I could show you How much I............ love You're my New Orleans You're my New Orleans You're my jumping beans It's past midnight now And the angels gathering But I'm stubborn so I slow down When people love People sing Yeaaaa... You're my baby boy You're my catholic smokering... When I turned twenty-seven, I turned one