Here, the lunch
Rarely involves meat.
Our meals indeed are quit humble
When we sit to eat.

Dei, Dei, we are monks, see.
Pater says, don't monkey around
We're too busy prayin'
To jump on nuns and get down.

We go nowhere. Who would want to?
But what we like to do:
Cultivate gardens of lettuce--
We've planted some peas too.

Dei, Dei, we are monks, see
Pater says, don't monkey around
We're too busy prayin'
To head off into the town.

We're too nice to be prelates. . .
Mean it when we say "Ave."
We've got true veneration--
Only like to watch kids play.

Dei, Dei, we are monks, see.
The only way we mess around:
We brew an ale that's heady,
But we never drink the stuff down.

Dei, Dei, we are monks, see.
Back in Rome, the flunkey's abound.
They're too busy paying
Off for priests pulled kids' pants down.