Barleyjuice Love With A Priest
he stands on the alter so stout and erect
the hair bristles up on the back of my neck
his creamy white collar doth tame the wild beast
i, i'm in love with a priest
he speaks so discreetly and beckons to me
come forth to the rail i'll give comfort to thee
i'll hear your confession and give you release
i, i'm in love with a priest
God save me father
i surely have sinned
a scotch and a water
a tonic & gin
but hell or high whiskey
i will make my peace
i, i'm in love with a priest
i love his black cassock, his promise and vow
i worship the sweat that rolls down from his brow
though many have suffered with cause to repent
i dare not desert him for six weeks of lent
the hand lifts the spirit, his head tilts to mine
to thirst him is human, to quench is divine
he fills me with glory, the longing has ceased
i, i'm in love with a priest
God save me father
i surely have sinned
a scotch and a water
a tonic & gin
but hell or high whiskey
i will make my peace
i, i'm in love with a priest
now don't weep me daughters - it's not what you think
it's only a guinness, the father of drink
if anything's rising that would be the yeast
i'm in love with a priest.
