Giovanni Paulo! Giovanni Paulo! There was a boy, he came from Poland. He had a mother and a father and A brother; they all loved him. They named him Karol. When he played futbol, he was the goalie. He would grow up to be strong and to be holy. Every day he would watch his daddy pray; The biggest lesson he would learn to Keep him walkin' on the way. The death of his mother, soon to be Followed by his brother, tore a hole In his soul to be mended by another. But the pain would increase when His father would decease; Loneliest days to be endured By this future priest. The beast would have a feast With all the anger and rage, But Karol took it deeper With his love for the stage. Giovanni Paulo! Giovanni Paulo! Frustration with Nazi occupation Can't mess with the destiny Of this man's vocation. They put him on the blacklist, But he still practiced gift and mystery, breakin' history. Walls comin' down, it's profound, stick around, 'Cause pound for pound, the victory's Loomin' large as a way to live in resistance With persistence let me give you a for instance:? He went underground, but he was never found. They tried to kill him with a truck, had no luck. With a wound to the head, left him lyin' for dead. Ain't no gain without pain, let's take it back To the refrain? Giovanni Paulo! Giovanni Paulo! You can only know this man from within So lets begin with the Virgin on a Maximum level contendin' with the devil. Things just ain't what they seem; Ask the communist regime? Know what I mean? Yo, that's why we be singin' the Hail! Holy Queen. His priestly formation for your information Raises up a new kind of culture confrontation. The judgment, eh, hist'ry will confound explanation. He will do a new thing with the Papal ring, He will bring the power of the keys; Please don't miss this, the forgiveness of His killer in prison, this is the vision. Giovanni Paulo, John Paul II, Giovanni Paulo, we love you!