White Smoke & Long Odds (Remastered x2)

White Smoke & Long Odds Verse 1 We stacked our chips on conclave slips, Fav’rites riding headline waves. But the quill from windy Chi-town Signed his name across the nave. White smoke rose like vinyl hiss, Needle dropped on history’s side— And a fifty-to-one long shot took the ride. Chorus Oh-oh, white smoke & long odds, Biscotti rain from betting gods. Raise your cups of doppio To the pope we didn’t know. Jesuits wink, Augustines grin, Hipsters chalk the board again. Cash your field-bet plaudits— White smoke & long odds! Verse 2 Zuppi’s smile, Tagle’s sway, Pizzaballa’s Gaza grace; Algorithms missed the quiet Scribe with steady Roman pace. Rumors leaked, blocs combined, Pan-American bells aligned— A hush at ballot two, and bells chimed. Bridge Some chase certainty’s shine, Some court chaos with wine; But the Spirit loves a plot-twist line— Fifty-to-one feels divine! Chorus (repeat) Oh-oh, white smoke & long odds… Outro tag Espresso pays, the vinyl plays— White smoke & long odds forever stay.