These cloistered nuns they all live here, they stay inside,
A painting chore they would soon share, they did decide.
And I swear this is a true story,
How would they paint, what would they wear?
There were no old clothes to find there.
What could they wear?

Well let me tell you just how much they looked,
For some old clothes and a cover for their hair,
They searched around the school,
They searched both left and right,
No clothes to wear.

Well no old clothes did they find there, they did conclude,
Since no old clothes did they find there, then they'll paint nude.
The sister mother said that she's sorry,
Just that there is nothing to wear.
Though not their habit that they go bare,
Just lock their lair.

------ electric piano ------

They made sure no one could spy there,
'Cause they're bare.
So they had to make sure no one could look,
The doors they'd lock then they color up their lair,
This painting job was cool,
They heard a knocking light,
Someone was there.

You can't come in right now, we're sorry,
They did not know who was out there.
A male voice said "it's the blind man",
"But we're bare".

Well then one said "there's just no way he'd look",
"No way it's fact need not cover up what's bare",
"His eyes are off, it's cool",
His arms were full of blinds,
"Install these where"?