Down, down, down at the midnight rectory,
With jiggle juice frisking under the marquee,
The peacocks are [bad word] behind velvet rope
Sipping away on their heavenly dope

Scratchin’ the hatch for some sisters in lapsus
Hittin’ the wrong chords, the wars with your damsels
Surrender yourself, dolls, get down on your knees
Open the flappers, [bad word] the keys

(I low enough, Daddy?)
No, no…
(I low enough now, Daddy?)
No, no, no…
(I low enough, Daddy?)
Well, alright. Gimme two Alleluias and an Amen!