Found an old set of lyrics and riff that kinda went nicely with this mellow, loose funk feel.

St. Paul was certainly a cat who knew
when to mess with the monkeys and when to go ahead and let the monkeys mess with you.

Hold ‘em, fold ‘em, walk, and run
Seems to me St. Paul must have been a pretty goddam special one.

St. Paul used to go by the name of St. Saul
and he like to hunt monkeys: grandmas, grandpas, women, children, and all.

St. Saul went blind, and I guess you knew,
when he recovered he he decided he wanted to be a monkey too

If you find the cathedral with St. Paul’s bones,
I’d like to remind you St. Stephen fell under St. Paul’s stones.

Some say it’s fair, but I say it ain’t;
if a guy like that got off, it seems like they’ll let anybody be a St.