LYRICS:

Welcome to our monastery, please have a chair.

Good to see you monks so deep in prayer.

Once the praying’s finished your chores must be done

The main rule of a good monk’s life is no fun.

 

We have to pray eight times a day, seven days a week

And copy all these manuscripts in writing so antique.

I’ll finish off this letter ‘A’ once I’ve ploughed our field,

Milked the cows, mucked the sows, vegetables peeled.

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I’ll be doing that and praying too.

Very well gents, I’ll bid you adieu.

Adveniat regnum tuum.

 

(OK brothers, I think he’s gone)

Now the bishop’s not around, throw off these religious gowns

Hunky, chunky, funky monks get down!

It’s not all hymns and prayin’, it’s not all work and no playin’

So let’s start misbehavin’ and get with the funk!

 

We love to have a party, eat food that is hearty.

Let’s get the boozin’ started; drunk like a monk!

Play that monk-y music, funk boy!

 

Just wanted to check that during my absence

You’re honouring your mealtime vow of silence.

 

Although we didn’t oughtta, we liked to hunt and slaughter

Don’t need no bread and water, just fun, fun, fun.

Monastery is jumping, party beat is thumping

Just lacks a certain something - A funky nun!

Get in the party habit, girlfriend.

 

It’s true that life is tough here

But you obey the rules that is clear

That’s why we’re a place of great repute -

What’s this? I see we have a new recruit.

Welcome to our monastery, what’s your name?

She - he can’t talk and his name is… Wayne.

Amen!

Ah men!