THIS IS WHAT I DO

The Bishop of Southwark faced his congregation recently sporting a black eye after admitting that he could not remember being “mugged” following a drinks reception at the Irish embassy. Witnesses, however, say he clambered into a stranger’s Mercedes and started throwing toys on to the road. When asked what he was doing by the car’s owner, the Bishop replied: “I’m the Bishop of Southwark, it’s what I do.”

I’m the Bishop of Southwark
and this is what I do:
I throw toys from the pram
when I’m in a jam.
What’s it got to do with you?

Oh I’m the Bishop of Southwark
and this is what I do:
I set fire to my mitre
with a cigarette lighter
I throw toys from the pram
when I’m in a jam.
What’s it got to do with you?

Oh I’m the Bishop of Southwark
and this is what I do:
I stagger round drunk
then I do a bunk
I set fire to my mitre
with a cigarette lighter
I throw toys from the pram
when I’m in a jam.
What’s it got to do with you?

Oh I’m the Bishop of Southwark
and this is what I do:
when I’m seeing stars
I break into cars
I stagger round drunk
then I do a bunk
I set fire to my mitre
with a cigarette lighter
I throw toys from the pram
when I’m in a jam.
What’s it got to do with you?

Oh I’m the Bishop of Southwark
and this is what I do:
I wipe the slate clean
with a glass of potcheen,
when I’m seeing stars
I break into cars,
I stagger round drunk
then I do a bunk,
I set fire to my mitre
with a cigarette lighter,
I throw toys from the pram
when I’m in a jam.
What’s it got to do with you? Oh!