Professional Child Molester Lyrics

Little Billy tucks himself in;
His parents are away for the weekend.
His sitter says "There's nothing to fear,
Never mind any sounds you may hear."
But as he dozes off, a hand creeps into bed.
"Let's play a little game", the sitter's voice said.
How did he get in? Dad gave him a key,
"How could they do this to me?"
So when your kids are bad just give him a call,
He'll fuck them up at an early age.
Just tell them he'll come over,
And they'll all play "Doctor"
If they don't behave.
"Oh my god, this is wrong"
"Well son, you should've thought of that
before you pissed me off".
"No dad, not the professional child molester"
"Sorry son, but this'll make you better".
Professional child molester,
What job could be better?
Give him money and he'll touch your kids.
Professional child molester,Just tell me, what job could be better?