Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Sister Josephine
Oh, Sister Josephine
What do all these policemen mean
By coming to the convent in their grim limousine
After Sister Josephine?
While you, Sister Josephine
You sit with your boots up on the altar screen
You smoke one last cigar
What a funny nun you are
The policemen say that Josephine's a burglar in disguise
fifteen years or more been on the run
The sisters don't believe it:
No, that can't be Josephine
Just think about her tenderness towards the younger nuns
Oh, Sister Josephine
They're searching the chapel where you've been seen
The nooks and the crannies of the nun's canteen
After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine
Take a farewell sip of Benedictine
Before your au revoir
What a funny nun you are
Admittedly her hands were strong and hairy
And embellished with a curious tattoo
Admittedly her voice was on the deep side
she seems to shave more often than the other sisters do
Oh, Sister Josephine
Founder of the convent poker team
They're looking through your bundles of PlayBoy magazines
After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine
You give a farewell sniff of benzedrine
To the convent budgerigar
What a funny nun you are
No longer will her snores be heard in chapel during prayers
Nor her lustful moanings fill the stilly night
No more empty bottles of altar wine come clunking from her cell
No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright
Oh, Sister Josephine
Slipping through their fingers like vaseline
Leaving them to clutch your empty crinoline
After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine
Streaking through the suburbs when last seen
Dressed only in your BVD's and rosary
What a funny nun you seem to be
