There was a monk of high renown,
He wore no clothes beneath his gown,
There was a monk of high renown,
He laid all the women in London down,
old slob, that dirty old slob,
That bugger deserves to die,
Imagine a sweet and fair,
With big blue eyes and long brown hair,
Imagine a sweet and fair,
And lure that lass into his lair,
That old sod, that dirty old sod,
That bugger deserves to die.
He soothed her with his dulcet tones.
He did a thing no priest can know.
He soothed her with his dulcet tones.
and his wrinkly stone panel,
that buggered his urge to die.
Once alone in his humble room,
the old monk quickly changed
Once alone in his humble room
He swiped at last, still half past noon
That old sod, that dirty old sod,
that bugger deserves to die
The other munchkin cried,
The other munchkin cried,
So he turned her over and did it again
That old sod, that dirty old sod,
Solve that bugger, he deserves to die
Now that monkey bird's in hell
I swear it is true, this story I tell
Now that monkey bird's in hell
I hear he's screwin' the devil as well,
Solve that dirty old solve
that bugger, he deserves to die
