(Brief intro)

Must be the wrong street, man
I wrote too hastily
Stand and peer in stained glass door
Man, I feel real dumb
Shrug, doorbell I rung
Hear somebody come

Man appeared then, was a Priest
I am stunned
I said, "Hi, I'm here to pick
up Sharon"
"Are you really, son
here to date Sharon?
Sharon is a Nun
Wait here 'til she comes"

Standing
Waiting
I was
Uneased
Waiting
gazing
at paintings
and praying
This can't be true I' ve
been put on
Then he said
"You two
run along"
Sharon looked cute, but
this felt wrong
Not likely, sir, that we will
use my bong
(She said) "This the first date I've ever
gone out on"

(Instrumenal break)

Can't feel her tits
sure thing I won't come
Won't put my mitts on this
Sister's bum

On this date with Nun
Not expecting fun
Then she said, "Hey, hon
Taste my
my sugar
plum"

(Moaning and grunting sounds out to end notes