..at the mention of money the bishop grabbed the mike cast off his cassock and started gyrating round the dance floor singing...
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain’t it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That’s too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn’t have to work at all, I’d fool around and have a ball
which caused a rather stunned silence until....