Holy Water

(spoken:)
I'm gonna tell you a story.
I'm gonna tell you about their town.
I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, babies.
Aww, it's all about goin' down.

Yeah, down there he's riv'n 'em,
Between bum banks by the river Charles (aw, that's where he's zappin' them babies).
That's where you'll find him,
Crusin' to uncover, bugger, and cleave (aw, put his big tool in little people).
Well he loves that holy water,
Oh, Boston, you're his home (oh, for priests, you're the Number One place).
Frustrated churchmen (I mean they're frustrated)
Aren't even supposed to touch a c*ck (for them, a shame).
But he's wishin' and a-gropin', oh
That just once those back doors weren't locked (he likes to take time in his babies; give a reach-around).
[Alternative verse:
But he's wishin' and a-gropin', oh
For a back door that for once is not Law's (he'd like to take time in his babies; give a reach-around).]
Well he loves that holy water.
Oh, Boston, you're his home (oh, yeah).

'Cause he loves to pole a maw, third
Grade's best, Oh Boston, it ain't Rome (oh, yeah)

Well, he loves young holes a lot (Stir 'em up, babies)
He loves to pole tw*ts, no fur (he loves Baw-stun)
He loves that "holy water" (He loves Law's c*m)
He loves that holy water (Have you heard about the P*nis Strangler?)
He loves that holy water (He's the man, he's the man)
He loves that holy water (Owww!)
He loves that holy water (Come on! Come on!)

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