I was born a catholic and
 Raised to be a sceptic
 As far as the teaching’s concerned
 I knew there was something
 I’d always be searching
 Through trial and error I learned
 That noone will love me
 And noone will save me
 If I don’t love and I don’t save myself
 And nothing from outside
 Will bring me to glory
 Not all the world’s books on my shelf

 But if I could be the Pope
 I’d show you the way
 All regrets and fears I’d pray away
 If I could be the Pope
 I’d need no dope
 For I’d be providing the best stuff called hope
 If I could be the Pope, I would elope
 All the virgins loosing their faith
 I would sure ditch the rope
 For I’d be the Pope
 And that would be something with which I could cope
 For I’d sure be that Pope.

 I was christened unconscious
 And grew up so anxious
 To see where this whole tale could lead
 I learned [bad word] and thought I was going to
 Be whole no problems indeed
 But I found out that all this was highly unlikely to
 Leave me forever in peace
 And I’d still have the fears and regrets and I would be
 always missing a piece.

 But if I could be the Pope
 I’d show you the way
 All regrets and fears I’d pray away
 If I could be the Pope
 I’d need no dope
 For I’d be providing the best stuff called hope
 If I could be the Pope, I would elope
 All the virgins loosing their faith
 I would sure ditch the rope
 For I’d be the Pope
 And that would be something with which I could cope
 For I’d sure be that Pope.

 I’ve been tormented by reason
 And accused of treason
 When my wonderings questioned beliefs
 I lived by [bad word] and was fed with old news
 Like a tree without foliage and leaves.
 But after a while I grew my own crown
 And I knew I would have to get hold of my soul
 And I knew that the clues are all given I’d just have to
 Find them inside on my own.

 But if I could be the Pope...
 Oh, if I could be the Pope...
 Maybe I should be the Pope...
 Oh, if I could be the Pope...

 Oh, if I could be the Pope
 I would refine
 All that is human and all that’s devine
 If I could be the Pope
 All would be fine
 I’d reconcile time-space and business and crime
 If I could be the Pope
 I’d sing for the world
 And I would invite all the saints for a drink
 To tell me tall tales of heaven and earth
 And grave jokes to laugh about death
 Oh maybe I should be the Pope.