Catholic boy,
Zappa dream,
I wish I could be
under your sunny sky
standing at the mass
looking up to your God
who lives in pink heaven roses,
who is as sweet as berries with cream...
Catholic boy, Zappa dream!
You could sell your pictures
to show to every mom:
'Look, that's my boyfriend!
Put him into your wallet,
next to the Virgin,
next to your credit card...'
But I know
such a different you,
the one whom I see in the darkness,
when your skin is soft
and as sweet as the heaven roses.