Sister Anne don't give a [bad word] about evolution
She's a liberated woman, she's got her solution
Like a dinosaur, she's going off the wall
She's gonna make it her own [bad word] She's got a heart of gold, gonna save a [bad word] s soul
From goin' down Satan's hot way
She can I know she can
I know she can
She's my Sister Anne

Such [bad word]  such beauty, such purity
She wears a halo around her head
She's got the [bad word] tattooed on her arm
If she died she'd rise up from the dead
She's every man saviour and Mama too
If you do it she said she'll save [bad word] from you
She can I know she can
I know she can
She's my Sister Anne

Sister won't you tell me where I went so wrong
I used to say my prayers baby all night long
I'd listen to the Gospel ringing in my [bad word] on Sister Anne save me from my fears if you can
I know you can
I know you can
You're my Sister Anne

After Sunday school Mass she goes to see her man
She always does the best that she can
She never tries to tease, she always aims to please
She's gonna squeeze you tight and make you feel alright
Cause she can
I know she can
I know she can
She's my Sister Anne

She's my Sister Anne
She's my Sister Anne . . .