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Here's a lovely little ballad penned by Jack Thackry:
Oh, Sister Josephine What do all these policemen mean By coming to the convent in their grim limousine After Sister Josephine? While you, Sister Josephine You sit with your boots up on the altar screen You smoke one last cigar What a funny nun you are
The policemen say that Josephine's a burglar in disguise Big Fat Norman, fifteen years on the run The sisters don't believe it, no, that can't be Josephine Just think about her tenderness towards the younger nuns
Oh, Sister Josephine They're searching the chapel where you've been seen The nooks and the crannies of the nun's canteen After Sister Josephine While you, Sister Josephine Take a farewell sip of Benedictine Before your au revoir What a funny nun you are
Admittedly her hands were strong and hairy And embellished with a curious tattoo Admittedly her voice was on the deep side She seems to shave more often than the other sisters do
Oh, Sister Josephine Founder of the convent poker team They're looking through your bundles of Playboy magazines After Sister Josephine While you, Sister Josephine You give a farewell sniff of benzedrine To the convent budgerigar What a funny nun you are
No longer will her snores be heard in chapel during prayers No longer will her lustful moanings fill the stilly night No more empty bottles of altar wine come clunking from her cell No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright
Oh, Sister Josephine Slipping through their fingers like Vaseline Leaving them to clutch your empty crinoline After Sister Josephine While you, Sister Josephine Were streaking through the suburbs when last seen Dressed only in your BVDs and rosary What a funny nun you seem to be
:rofl:
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