Horrible Histories
Horrible Histories - The Monks' Song lyrics
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Welcome to our monastery Please have a chair Good to see you monks So deep in prayer Once the praying's finished Your chores must be done The main rule of a good monk's life is no fun We have to pray eight times a day Seven days a week And copy all these manuscripts In writing so antique I'll finish off this letter 'A' Once I've ploughed our field Milked the cows, mucked the sows, vegetables peeled I'll be doing that and praying too Very well gents, I'll bid you adieu Advenium regnum tuum (Okay brothers, I think he's gone) Now the bishop's not around Throw off these religious gowns Hunky, chunky, funky monks Get down! It's not all hymns and prayin' It's not all work and no playin' So let's start misbehavin' And get with the funk! We love to have a party Eat food that is hearty Let's get the boozin' started Drunk like a monk! Play that monky music, funk boy! Just wanted to check That during my absence You're honouring your Mealtime vow of silence Althought we didn't oughter We liked to hunt and slaughter Don't need no bread and water Just funk, funk, funk! Monastery is jumpin' Party beat is thumpin' Just lacks a certain somethin' A funky nun! Get in the party habit, girlfriend! It's true that life Is tough here But you obey the rules That is clear That's why we're a place Of great repute What's this? I see we have a new recruit Welcome to our monastery What's your name? She- he can't talk And his name is... Wayne Amen! Ah men!