Hello cohorts it’s great to be
Here at this cafe/deli/bakery
We make lots of things to eat
And that church across the street
Sure does seem to like our meat

Uh-oh my friends it’s time to pray
That this one priest will quickly go away
He la la loves our pa-ni-nis
Says that Sunday it would please
Him to see us on our knees

But oh joy, it’s the nuns
And they’re squeezin’ all our buns
But they’re not finished yet
Now they’re fondling our baguettes

Sisters we’ve got a lot of bread
So if you have a mind to raise the dead
In leavened heaven shall be thou
It will make you all say wow
Our buns are really sticky now

Father, I hope you’ll pray for me
I won’t be visiting your rectory
Thou I know how great thou art
I like your sister a la carte
And she’s feeling like a tart

Boy oh boy, it’s the nuns
And they’re squeezin’ all our buns
And they’d like to inform
Us they’d like their muffins warm

Endless joy, it’s the nuns
And they’re squeezin’ all our buns
And the soup they would try
Is the Cream of Sum Yung Gai