Titties Bounce Lyrics

We wore the little pleated skirts and hiked them up to show our goods.
Nuns beat hoes up with rulers, as in line for cigarettes we stood.
In sweater vests we learned to stay chaste and 'bout 'macculate conception,
While at recess we read Hustler, compared means of contraception.

More, more! After kneelin' on the church floor.
Sore, sore! After kickin' down the choir door.
Tore, tore! Up the holy fucking sacrament.
Whore, whore! Gravy Train's the living testament.

Priests wanted to buy Funky cars, but she said, "Hell no!"
Nuns asked to cruise around in bars, Drunky said, "Hell no!"
Altar boys followed Hunky 'round but he said, "Hello no!"
The pope tried buying me a town but I said, "Hell no!"

Lemme see those titties bounce!
(x8)