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There was a conundrum of sorts of the Your Own Rockumentary about One Lady Dancing being confused with a piece of liturgical music. As one who grew up with a Catholic bakground, I know exactly what work was being referred to:
NUN LADY PRAYIN'
In any town that you search
There's a chapel or a church
And there's always a nun lady prayin'
Head's a-bowed, on her knees
Just whisperin' rosaries
Yeah, there's always a nun lady prayin'
At her convent or on the street
When she gets somethin' to eat
Before a bite, it's "Grace" she'll be sayin'
And when folks bury their dead
Or they're dunkin' some baby's head,
In the corner's a nun lady prayin'
At the bus stop in the sun
Even though it's 101
Under a hood and black cloak she's a-sweatin'
Now you may shake your head
But guess who God gives the edge to
When the world finally reaches Armageddon?
She gets a ride to the park
With her Bible, 'til it's dark,
On that bench by the pond she'll be stayin'
While you're busy chasin' women
Drinkin' booze, gamblin', sinnin',
For your soul there's a nun lady prayin'
She never sins, she has no guilt
She's as pure as the finest silk
Nah, even purer
Yet she harbors a desire
For a tenor in the choir
Gott im Himmel!
On a Sunday afternoon
Kids fidget in the pews
And their parents cough up change for the basket
As the priest does his spiel
All the sisters bow and kneel
They're in their zone and feelin' fantastic
Bases loaded in the ninth, two outs, score is tied
And to the plate it's Nomar sashayin'
You bet a C-spot on a team
That ain't won since 1918
Your new best friend is that nun lady prayin'
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