Black robes, with who-knows-what beneath
I can smell the bread and grape juice from at least 20 feet
And she's got hygiene
But she ain't got no need
She's covered from her scalp to the shoes on her feet

H-h-h-hail, as in "Mary, full of grace"
Piety and penitence are seen in her face
And the Protestants, if they say they've got beef,
She's a vegetarian, by that I mean a Catholic nun

Don't wanna party, whoa
Don't wanna marry, whoa
Don't want money, whoa, whoa, oh oh
Gotta love a nun
Always trust a nun
Never doubt a nun
Called by God

Praying, always folding your hands
Hold them up on high because God is the man,
And the convent
That's where it's at
It's got jam and bread and candles cuz self sufficiency's all that

V-v-v-vows, they're important ya know
Obedience and chastity and poverty too
And the best is
Your boss knows who you are
Not alone in the convent, you've got God in your heart

Don't wanna party, whoa
Don't wanna marry, whoa
Don't want money, whoa, whoa, oh oh
Gotta love a nun
Always trust a nun
Never doubt a nun
Called by God

Abbess, Canoness,
These are your career paths, if you are a Sis
I said Abbess, Canoness,
These are your career paths, if you are a Sis
I said Abbess, Canoness,
These are your career paths, if you are a Sis....

Don't wanna party, whoa
Don't wanna marry, whoa
Don't want money, whoa, whoa, oh oh
Gotta love a nun
Always trust a nun
Never doubt a nun
Called by God