Oh!Wha-wha-wha-wha!Oh!I was a-working overtime at the balloon factoryWhen I made, I made, I made a discovery.I pulled it from the discard pile and oh so carefully,Brushed sawdust from the face of the virgin mommy!The face of (the) virgin Mother on (a) deflated balloonOh yeah, I started laughing and I starting to swoon.I kissed the cold rubber, tears welling in my eyesA miracle? Hell yes! I started to cry.I brought the ballon real close, an inch from my face,I said « Mary is their something that you’ve got to say? » »You’ve chosen me as your interpreter, » »Relay me a message », but all I got out of her was:Wang Diddly DangDang Diddle Biddle WangWong Bong Ding DongOh yeah…Wang Diddly DangDang Diddle Biddle WangWong Bong Ding DongI said « What the fuck you saying? Is that Cantonese? »And then apologized for cussing, and got down on my kneesI was a-worried that maybe I was losing my mindWith all this praying I needed to verifyI called my friend Juanita, »Come on over here, go! »Excited but nervous ‘cuz I did not knowIf I was nuts or if the virgin would still appearBut then Juanita genuflected right then and there!We told the boss all about itAnd soon we got some pewsEverybody stopped working(We) made the press and the newsUnpaid vacation for that very nightBut no one left, we just held handsAnd started to recite:Wang Diddly DangDang Diddle Biddle WangWong Bong Ding DongAfter that I gained some local celebrity,I was Promoted to be the head balloon inspectee.They bought a gilded frame and mounted Virgin inside,And above my very desk she came to reside.She hung there for years for her cult of the devoted,But their love could not prevent her image had come eroded.Hot sun began to warp ’til she could barely be seen,But right before she vanished, Mary whispered this to me:Wang Diddly DangDang Diddle Biddle WangWong Bong Ding DongAgh-agh-agh-agh!Wang Diddly DangDang Diddle Biddle WangWong Bong Ding DongWha-wha-wha-wha!