You don’t belong an’ you have seen disgrace before
You’ll get the ban coz you’ve been workin’ as a whore
He paid his money and was shaggin’ on the floor
With a nun…with a nun
You will flee with your head held in shame
But you’ll please another man with his piece in your hand
And beat his botty with a cane

You met the punters but you didn’t take the pill
An’ then I bought you with my hundred dollar bill
My cap it burst so your oven I did fill
With a bun…with a bun
You won’t be that ol’ whore on the game
Won’t you take a weddin’ band which I’ll place on your hand
I want that foetus to remain

And I swear I won’t be cruel
When you’ve been at your worst an’ moody, whoa, be no fun when you’re like Kong
Best hide coz the word is…insure the man…then murder is planned

I have been good but you still think that I’m a clown
You’ll prob’ly kill me when you finally run me down
An’ now it’s dawnin’ it’s not safe to hang around
With a nun…with a nun
I have seen what you are, it’s a shame
So just take the other man, put his ring on your hand
An’ then my mien will be sane