Ass-sell girl, she don't flaunt it for free:
She says, "Baby, must pay me!"
She wanks for the famous and does things obscene.
I cruise downtown where the prelates keen.

Padre, can you shrive my tart?
I don't know where you should start.
Her men menu's à la carte--
She goes on a love spree.

They pole that girl with their priapic wood,
And they say, "Baby, it feels so good!"
Working for he-nuts who're getting in line,
Then she can show them a real good time.

Padre, can you shrive my tart
And some modestly impart?
She has sullied Cupid's dart.
She goes on a love spree?

Bleep, bleep, um bleep, bleep, yeah.

Padre, can you shrive my tart
Her men menu's à la carte
She has sullied Cupid's dart.
She goes on a love spree?

He shrove that girl; now she don't go astray.
She totes his missal, prays at the church each Sunday.
But he says, "Carpe diem, so let's start.
I might be a shriver, but swive my part!"

Padre drives into my tart,
Then he dives; the ruff will part.
Extreme unction he'll impart;
He goes on a love spree.

Seed, seed, *um, seed, seed, yeah,
See, See, um, See, See, yeah,
Priest, priest, um priest piece, yeah!