John Sentamu’s coming, he’s coming today
Is he staying for a year, or a year and a day?
John Sentamu’s coming, he’s on his way
Three cheers for the fella, hip hip hooray!!!
John Sentamu’s buying, he’s getting them in
Cider for her, and I’ll have a gin
John Sentamu’s buying, so don’t be late
He drinks like a fish, and he eats for eight.
John Sentamu’s drumming, he’s forming a band
Rap indie rock metal, he’ll never be panned
John Sentamu’s strumming, a one man band
It’s always live music, he’ll never be canned.
John Sentamu’s running, get out of his way
Running for dolphins, or so they
John Sentamu’s gunning, he’s gunning for souls
He’s driving a mini, but never a Rolls.
Skiing for hedgehogs, hopping in Macau
John Sentamu’s smiling, a friendly old chap
The nation is grateful, we all doff our cap.
John Sentamu’s laughing, but never at you
His anger is righteous, his barbs are all true
John Sentamu’s angry, but never for long
Soon he’ll be smiling, then what can go wrong?
John Sentamu’s singing, he isn’t half bad
Hes rarely unhappy, and usually not sad
John Sentamu’s ringing, he wants a nice chat
Nothing important, just this and that.
John Sentamu’s going on holiday
A caravan park, thats where he’ll stay
John Sentamu’s going, a nice well earned rest
Some fishing, some climbing, whatever is best.
John Sentamu’s crying, for all the poor
He jeers at poverty, shows injustice the door
John Sentamu’s frowning, at all of the pain
But his soothing smile is like desert rain.
John Sentamu’s dancing, dancing with joy
For every girl and for every boy
John Sentamu’s rapping, in the cathedral at York
He walks the walk, and he talks the talk.
John Sentamu’s jumping, and hopping with glee
He’s doing it all for you and for me
John Sentamu’s flying, flying at height
He frowns at wrong, and smiles at right.
John Sentamu’s walking, and he’s walking tall
He does it for one, and he does it for all
John Sentamu’s jogging for sweet charity
For hope, and peace
and equality.
John Sentamu’s sombre, he’s thinking through things
He takes in his stride whatever life brings
John Sentamu’s smiling, the sun has come out
He never worries, and there’s never a doubt.
John Sentamu’s here, and sometimes he’s there
You’ll get to see him, just don’t you despair
John Sentamu’s grinning, with nary a frown
Hey hey, its big Johnny, he might be coming to your
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