No one comes from here and so Im not afraid
Everyones the same as me
We dont talk the same so we dont talk at all
And our hosts just look on with glee

Im the bishop of babel now
So its low, yes its low you must bow
Though my flock may sneer and mock
Im the bishop of babel now

Youll see me in the street in golden hat and cape
And blessing all the waifs and strays
In the [hail and] shine, smiling, resigned
And abandoned to foolish ways

For Im the bishop of babel now
As even stray dogs will allow
The poor folks flock around and remark,
Look, the bishop of babels down!

Oh, Im the bishop of babel now
And my [audience] dont count in this town
[if relic] and flock here set to rot
Im the bishop of babel now
Sad old bishop of babel now