I wanna be a nun,
So I can marry a priest and we'll have a baby,
And we'll name him Jesus.
Our house would have a swimming pool
For little baby Jesus to walk on,
And we'd send him to Sunday school
To sing songs about himself.
Oh, mom and dad, I wanna be a nun.
Wouldn't it be fun
To go to Rockefeller Center and go ice skating?
It's a shame I know, but it's okay
To be singing songs about the nunnery
Where they sent Ophelia,
But that's Shakespeare and this is God
(One in the same says my English teacher)
I wanna be a nun,
So I can drink wine on Sundays,
And beer on St. Patrick's Day
With Sister Mary Margaret O'Brien,
The Father, and the Son.
We'd all go for a drive
With a little puppy dog named Moses
And he'd part the traffic as we sit on the 405.
Because nuns are neat and nuns are cool.
I met a lot of nuns in Catholic school.
Consensus says nuns like to sing,
But I once met a nun in a boxing ring,
Just with a doll (?)
Woooaaah,
I wanna be a nun,
So I can meet Whoopi Goldberg and hide in casinos
And pray to save old crooks, and pray for starving kids
Then we'd hang with Donald Trump, sporting our old big habits,
And then we'd go flying with the mom from Forest Gump.
Wo-oh, mom and dad, I wanna be a nun
Wouldn't it be fun
To go to Rockefeller Center and go ice skating?
It's a shame I know, but it's okay
To be singing songs about the nunnery
Where they sent Ophelia,
But that's Shakespeare and this is Go-o-o-o-o-o-od, God!