These cloistered nuns they all lived there, they stayed 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 there.

Well no old clothes did they find there, they did conclude,
Since no old clothes did they find there, why not paint nude?
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?

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.

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

"You can't come in we're very sorry,
Please tell us now who is out there"?
A male voice said it's the blind man,
And they're bare.

Well then one said there's no way he can look,
He'd never see all of us bare,
Let him in it's cool,
His arms were full of blinds,
Install them where?