I am the son of a wanking monk

Somewhere in a cold stone building
An old man was lonely and sad
He shuffled away to an alcove
And now the old man is my Dad
For I am the son of a wanking monk
I am the son of a wanking monk

He was just a brother in a humble brotherhood
He said his prayers with all the rest and mostly he was good
But underneath his habit he felt his passion burn
He was filled with holy spirit and full of holy sperm

Oh no my Daddy didn't mind
Oh no so what if he went blind
O come all ye faithful come
For I am the son of a wanking monk

In the sky there was God looking from above
Down below my Dad was throbbing with devoted love
His head was full of angels and glory shone around
He felt like he was Jesus when he came on hallowed ground

Oh no my Daddy didn't mind
Oh no so what if he went blind
O come all ye faithful come
For I am the son of a wanking monk

Belinda Carbuncle

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