From the recording Men of the Cloth
Men of the Cloth
Lyrics and music by Che and Mikie Lee Prasad
Performed by the Shark Alley Hobos
Cover art by Ken Jacobs
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Dave Bell at Bellboy Recording Studios
El Che Records 2017
Men of the Cloth was written by Mikie Lee and Che while they were in England taking a songwriting course from one of the Shark Alley Hobos’ music heroes, Ray Davies from the Kinks. Mikie and Che were assigned the task of writing a song for the two priest characters for a musical based on the 1963 British movie The Servant. Ray laughed out loud during the performance which Che and Mikie thought could be a good sign or bad sign but were too afraid to ask…
This Shark Alley Hobos song has a few surprises. The coolest one is that the bridge is sung by our dearly missed leader Mikie Lee (from a demo he and Che recorded in England while writing the song). It was an honor to sing along with Mikie once again! At the very end of the song you can hear Mikie and Che walking the grounds of an English castle talking about nothing in particular, a conversation that is now a treasured moment in time.
The song features some archaic phrases that might need some explaining such as:
- Men of the Cloth: priests
- Admirals of the red: heavy drinkers
- Beat your gums: idle chatter
- Tooth music: making loud sounds while eating
We hope you enjoy this new song that reunites Mikie Lee with his crew of Hobos!
Lyrics
We’re men of the cloth
Admirals of the Red
Where we’re creeping off to
Best left unsaid
You don’t have a job
You’re a right disgrace
Best friend chucks balls in your face
Feeling guilty
Little bit of tension
One thing we forgot to mention
We’re men of the cloth
Admirals of the Red
Where we’re creeping off to
Best left unsaid
You beat your gums
You make tooth music
Right or wrong, now don’t confuse it
Pints of ale
To fight depression
Nothing like a good confession
Feeling guilty
Little bit of tension
One thing we forgot to mention
We’re men of the cloth
Admirals of the Red
Where we’re creeping off to
Best left unsaid
Society crumbles, please come through our door
Where everyone’s someone, but Jesus is Lord!
Virgin bloody Mary
Something’s missing
Is it him or her you’re kissing
Time to pray
Or I’ll tell mother
On your knees you randy bugger
Creeping, Creeping
Sometimes peeping
Up all night, you should be sleeping
Feeling guilty
Little bit of tension
One thing we forgot to mention
We’re men of the cloth
Admirals of the Red
Where we’re creeping off to
Best left unsaid
Stop your whining
Time for tea
To Hell with your morality