Andrew Peterson - Over My Head lyrics
[Andrew Peterson - Over My Head lyrics]
She was a fine theologian who
Passed for a pope
And she never ever was able to say
That she wanted no more of
The bishops and the boards
What she needed was a good man for a day
So she wept in her chambers
And burned like a flame
For a man by the name of Sir
"next dope who came in the room"
She said "I'm in over my, over my
Over my head if they knew I was
Nothing but gold-plated lead
They'd stone me
Dethrone me and leave me for dead
I'm in over my, over my head"
Well the bishop from Thames had
A bloody good name
And was a good looking devil to boot
So when he showed up that
Evening for the annual meeting
With the pope that he thought that he knew
Understandably stunned that the pope
Was a nun
The bishop initially started to run
But their meetings were frequent
And secretly done
And she told him that a baby would come
He said "I'm in over my, over my
Over my head if they knew I was
Nothing but gold-plated lead
They'd stone me
Dethrone me and leave me for dead
I'm in over my, over my head
I'm in over my, over my head"
Well I live in Nashvegas and
I sing and I play
And everybody thinks that I write my own
There's a fellow named Guido
Who lives in Encino
Who wrote every song that I know
Well, he sends MP3s for a nominal fee
And I sing 'em, and play 'em
And tell 'em it's me
I'm in over my, over my, over my head
If they knew I was
Nothing but gold-plated lead
They'd stone me
Disown me and leave me for dead
I'm in over my, over my head
I'm in over my, over my head
Passed for a pope
And she never ever was able to say
That she wanted no more of
The bishops and the boards
What she needed was a good man for a day
So she wept in her chambers
And burned like a flame
For a man by the name of Sir
"next dope who came in the room"
She said "I'm in over my, over my
Over my head if they knew I was
Nothing but gold-plated lead
They'd stone me
Dethrone me and leave me for dead
I'm in over my, over my head"
Well the bishop from Thames had
A bloody good name
And was a good looking devil to boot
So when he showed up that
Evening for the annual meeting
With the pope that he thought that he knew
Understandably stunned that the pope
Was a nun
The bishop initially started to run
But their meetings were frequent
And secretly done
And she told him that a baby would come
He said "I'm in over my, over my
Over my head if they knew I was
Nothing but gold-plated lead
They'd stone me
Dethrone me and leave me for dead
I'm in over my, over my head
I'm in over my, over my head"
Well I live in Nashvegas and
I sing and I play
And everybody thinks that I write my own
There's a fellow named Guido
Who lives in Encino
Who wrote every song that I know
Well, he sends MP3s for a nominal fee
And I sing 'em, and play 'em
And tell 'em it's me
I'm in over my, over my, over my head
If they knew I was
Nothing but gold-plated lead
They'd stone me
Disown me and leave me for dead
I'm in over my, over my head
I'm in over my, over my head