The monk at the disco hears the beat
Feels the music but don't move his feet
The monk at the disco says a prayer
For the skinny girl with blond curly hair...
Who forgot to put on her underwear
The monk is at the disco!
The monk is at the disco!
For your soul...
The monk at the disco feels God in soul
As the tall black bartender offers to sell him blow
The monk at the disco has a heart filled with hope
While a drunk white boy spills Jack and Coke...
Across his robe
The monk is at the disco!
The monk is at the disco!
For your soul...
Dancing machines with broken feet
Glamorize their desperate needs
And have no use for what is true...
And I have to add for those who do
So, the monk he leaves the disco
But takes one long last stare
At the skirt on the girl...
With the blonde curly hair
The monk he leaves the disco!
The monk he leaves the disco!
He leaves the disco!
He leaves the disco!
Leaves the disco!
Leave the disco....