Holy Willie you think you're so great While you postulate about our fate With your bible in hand, think you're lord of the land You've no scripture for me mate The hell of this wash hole is mighty So at night we might get a bit flighty But what good is boredom and silence all day I think we've a right to play! Oh I know we live on the edge of a knife And the risk of solitary is nigh But stuff it the gaurds can be bought with rum Even us devils need some fun So we dance at the base of the mountain Maybe nude sure we've all seen it before Sisters of sorrow, we say 'stuff tomorrow' Let's dance, drink and then dance some more So just what makes you think you're so holy Does your wife know you're horny as hell Compared with you, I'm a saint, so while in this pew I bare my ass and say 'stuff you' Oh I know we live on the edge of a knife And the risk of solitary is nigh But stuff it the gaurds can be bought with rum Even us devils need some fun For that mooning I got 30 days In a cell only 6 feet by 4 But I'd do it again in the blink of an eye For what else if this hell-hole life for? Sure I'm a rebel from way back I'm a limerick girl didn't you know? But when singing is sin I've no choice to give in These bastard laws just stoop too low Oh I know we live on the edge of a knife And the risk of solitary is nigh But stuff it the gaurds can be bought with rum Even us devils need some fun