Yeah, the pope-pope-pope-po-pope.

[jazzfish]

More popish goodness for skreidle's collection, courtesy queue: All your pope are belong to us. "Main balcony doors open."

And meryncadell's classic song about getting to see the pope:

And I cried when I saw that man in white.
I cried, much to my surrounders' delight.
I cried, 'cause I couldn’t breathe anymore; I cried
'cause people were stepping on my feet.

TNH, as usual, talks sense. (And links to things she believes, as good a read today as it was this time last year.)

Comments

[scathach.livejournal.com]

Oh, good, I'm glad I'm not the only one who had the pope song running through my head during that whole thing. And who knew that Meryn had an LJ?

(Did I foist that earworm off on you, or did you come by it by completely honest means?)

[jazzfish]

Nah, that was all your fault. My memories of that tape are, oddly, tied up together with possibly-false memories of going to some sort of church-related thing with you (Sunday school, maybe?). Very odd.

[scathach.livejournal.com]

I dunno... I got the tape from a girl in my youth-group, maybe that's what you're remembering.