(Parody of Keep Your Hands to Yourself by The Georgia Satellites)

I got a little boy in my choir
And I love to hear him sing
Gonna take him to the rectory basement
Play with his wang

Each time I get caught
I get the same old thing
Don't do no huggin'
No kissin'
Priests don't even get a weddin' ring

My Bishop my buddy
Please put my case on the back shelf
He said Just bless that wine
And keep this all between ourselves

Oh Bishop, bishop, bishop
Why you won't transfer me away
I still like little boys
I still feel the same way
Why don't they cut me a break
And let me milk my own cow
But they said
No tuggin the monkey
You took a little chastity vow

Hey Johnny my Pope
Please don't ask and don't tell
He said don't fondle no minors
Keep your hands to yourself

But I still wanted one real bad
And I was about to dig in
Now we are talking about
Man-boy love
And that's a big mortal sin
I said Timmy keep this secret
For the rest of your life
But he told his mommy and daddy
And then they called channel 5
Oh Lord my savior
Please don't burn me in Hell
He said
Don't hand me that line
And toddle off to your cell


'Hello there son, I'm Father Gaygan, what might your name be?'

'I'm Bubba. '

'Well, Bubba, that's quite a nice name. You're quite a big fella' aren't ya''
Oh Lord have mercy.'