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He's an ol' altar boy |
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Lying out there in the street |
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He's an ol' alter boy |
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Bound up in leather and chains |
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That's why I'm feeling so blue |
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I'm an old altar boy |
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What about you? |
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Now, I can order in Latin |
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Make 'em au gratin, Joe |
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I'm an old altar boy |
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That's why I'm so depressed |
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I never got the rest of the dream |
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Just the ritual |
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Now I'm habitual |
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Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable |
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Cause I'm an old altar boy |
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That's what happened to me. |
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I'm an old altar boy |
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He's hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nun |
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He knows there's got to be some around here |
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Drinking across from the church |
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A little Father Cribari wine |
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On a Sunday morn' time. |
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I'm an old altar boy. |
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Why is he winking at this time in his life? |
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He never took a wife, cause he's an old altar boy |
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Oh, yeah... |
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What about you? |
