This recitation is from Joe Fineman:

I went out to take a friggin walk by the friggin reservoir
a-wishin for a friggin quid to pay my friggin score,
my head it was a-achin and my throat was parched and dry,
and so I sent a little prayer, a wingin to the sky.

And then there came a figgin falcon and he walked upon the waves,
and I said, "A friggin miracle!" and sang a couple staves
of a friggin churchy ballad I learned when I was young.
The friggin bird took to the air, and spattered me with dung.

I fell upon my friggin knees and bowed my friggin head,
and said three friggin Aves for all my friggin dead,
and then I got upon my feet and said another ten.
The friggin bird burst into flame -- and spattered me again.

The burnin bird hung in the sky just like a friggin sun.
It seared my friggin eyelids shut, and when the job was done,
the friggin bird flashed cross the sky just like a shootin star.
I ran to tell the friggin priest -- he bummed my last cigar.

I told him of the miracle, he told me of the Rose,
I showed him bird crap in my hair, the bastard held his nose.
I went to see the bishop but the friggin bishop said,
"Go home and sleep it off, you sod -- and wash your friggin head!"

Then I came upon a friggin wake for a friggin rotten swine
by the name of Jock O'Leary, and I touched his head with mine,
and old Jock sat up in his box and raised his friggin head.
His wife took out a .44, and shot the bastard dead.

Again I touched his head with mine and brought him back to life.
His smiling face rolled on the floor, this time she used a knife.
And then she fell upon her knees, and started in to pray,
"It's forty years, O Lord," she says, "I've waited for this day."

So I walked the friggin city mongst the friggin halt and lame,
and every time I raised em up, they got knocked down again,
cause the love of God comes down to man in a friggin curious way,
but when a man is marked for love, that love is here to stay.

And this I know because I've got a friggin curious sign;
for every time I wash my head, the water turns to wine!
And I gives it free to workin blokes to brighten up their lives,
so they don't kick no dogs around, nor beat up on their wives.

Cause there ain't no use to miracles like walkin on the sea.
They crucified the Son of God, but they don't muck with me!
Cause I leave the friggin blind alone, the dyin and the dead,
but every day at 4 o'clock, I wash my friggin head.