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The angel of the Holy Grail

 saw Galahad come riding

 So he took the Holy Grail off the shelf.

And inside the holy chapel made for

Holy Grail hiding the angel

Could be seen to smile to himself.

"If you're the great Sir Galahad

From now on," said the angel

 "May all angels call me blessed of my race."

"If you're not the great Sir Galahad

I'll warn you, keep on riding and if you are

 I pray you'll let me see your face."

Galahad took off his helmet, said

"Good angel look upon me.

 Fear not, for I bring tidings of great joy.

For long years the grail you've guarded, now

You get to let me drink it, how

Happy must be angels thus employed."

"All the favors you shower upon

Me, a simple angel," said the

Angel, "your magnificence abounds.

Take your boots off great Sir Galahad,

 For by your astounding beauty whatever

Ground you stand on turns to holy ground."

Galahad took off his boots, and he

Watched the ground quite closely

 And the angel smiled to himself again.

He said, "I can't believe I'm asking, but

 Sir Galahad please tell me, what is

It that makes you want to go to heaven?

In heaven there's no lamb chops,

 Queen Guinevere's for hand jobs,

Marijuana, Kenny Rogers, or Ecstasy.

 No pillaging, no rape, perhaps

 you've come by some mistake to me

 this seems more error than knight errantry.

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Yes, and what about the stable boys,

I know you think they're handsome

 and some of them, they think you're awful handsome too.

And, sitting up in heaven, you'll still

think about them often, when you're an

angel thinking's all that you can do."

At this, Sir Galahad got angry,

 "Angel," he said, "don't you tempt me.

 I wish to go to heaven and not to hell.

 So when stable boys look lonesome,

When the women call me handsome,

 I'll hold me virtue very firmly by myself."

 "I guarantee you'll hold it often,"

 said the angel. "Oh one more thing, before you

drink the wine, please take your armor off.

I gotta carry you to heaven,

 And despite what you'd imagine,

 I have trouble bearing heavy things aloft."

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Sir Galahad stood naked

In a pile of his armor,

 His boots and helmet scattered all around.

 His perfect lips, they sipped the grail,

 His perfect heart commenced to fail,

 His perfect body fell upon the ground.

The angel lit a cigarette.

 When he was sure Galahad was dead,

 He picked all of his clothes up off the floor.

 Then I put on his boots and armor

 I laid his body on the altar

 Put his helmet on and I headed for the door.