| Running naked through poppy fields
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| With my anchovy flapping freely in the wind
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| Then I see Father O’Reilly
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| And I confess, Yes I have sinned
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| And Father O’Reilly, he spoke to me slighly
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| And winked at the nun sitting bare on his knee
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| My anchovy rising, it was quite surprising
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| A cat of a nun that filled me with glee
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| A church it imploded, a herd of green puppets
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| Demanded a pizza with chocolate and cheese
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| The nun in a frenzy she swatted the puppets
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| And prayed to the God of my proud anchovies
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| The taste of a Pizza, it seemed to increase her
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| But father O’Reilly broke up from the Wait
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| He fell in the field, but the nun didn’t yield
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| The poppies they burst exploding his fate
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| The oxygen missing, my anchovie hissing
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| I ran through the fields calling for help
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| I tripped on a poppy and felt kinda dopey
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| Dropped on the earth with an opium yelp !
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| Lying naked in poppy fields with my anchovie flappin' freely in the wind
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| Then I dream of Father O’Reilly
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| And I truly know, yes I have sinned |