Why did they change it? Oh please tell me why!
From Tridentine richness, to English so dry

From candles and incense and beautiful smells
From vestments and statues and heavenly bells

From marble and velvet and silver and gold
From silence and music and truths rightly told

To plywood and plastic and big, ugly rugs
To giggles and, oh yes, compulsory hugs

To priests wearing bedsheets and preaching of fun
And heretics pleased to be flapping their gums

To nuns without habits (they've eschewed the veil)
One sees by their actions they'd rather be male

To music so banal, it can't lift the heart
Three notes and a chord change (they call this stuff art?)

To lay people touching the once Sacred Host
This sacrilege now is their favorite boast

To standing and sitting where once we had knelt
To Masses for kiddies and banners of felt

To sermons that sadden, the Heart of the Lord
Whose Mother's rejected, Whose laws are ignored

To scandal on scandal, Oh, dear Lord how long?
The Church is a shambles, something's drastically wrong!

The Nervous Disorder that now rules the day
That empties the churches, but says it's the way

That decimates Orders that cannot make saints
That does not proclaim the true Catholic Faith

Has shown us all one thing undoubtedly true:
ROTTEN ARE THE FRUITS OF VATICAN TWO!