Sacristy, in the dark
We're drinkin' from the vino supply
Altar boys, on a lark
And thinkin' it'll never run dry

Pastor's absent, deacon's napping
A nun's swilling rice tea
Singing a Latin song
Light red Tokay, sweet vin rose
Can we swig it? (That's our plan)
And there are cases of some port wine
And Burgundy

The Mother preys like a shark
She's slinkin' from the convent to spy
An old and gray matriarch
She thinks she's on to something awry

Peeking, stalking, feeling wily
The choir's playing Mozart
And singing in the hall
Muscatel and Haute Sauterne
Can she sniff it? (Yes, she can)
And we've been wasted such a long time
Hell to pay

Slow motion trial, Roman collars on display
Beyond damned, aisles jammed, ignoring what we say
Inquisition, all are so cross
We are still sauced
Oh, no, no

Saturdays, in the yard
Every day, a chore to despise
Saturdays, nuns on guard
Every day, a horrid surprise

Got off easy, feeling lucky
A real education
Painless, all in all (Painless, all in all)
Not arrested, nor molested
How we dug it (Yes, we did)
But we'll be working such a long time
To repay
(yeay-ay-ya-ya-oo-oo-oo-oo...)