Marchers [inspiring fear in the crowd]:
Oh, here we come
There's a bold new spirit in the land
Not from Spain, not from Rome
But our own thing
All that we ask
Is the right to worship as we please
No more priests with their stuck-up ways
No nuns
Oh, we are men
And a man of god should marry if he wants to marry
Oh, we're men, men, men, men
But our own thing
Oh, here we go
Will we find the answer, who can say
Won't you all wish us well on our way
[The Doppler effect kicks in as the marchers march away.]