Here's a young one

Hey, Rufus

How's the rain on the rhubarb?

You wanna go out with me?

(Yeah, I know we're out

It's, like, a figure of speech)

All you need is a real girl guide

Give it up and come inside

Slip the leash

Shake it loose

Bit the peach

Suck the juice

. . . what did you call me?

(Angel . . . )

What was that again?

(Angel . . . )



Ave gloriosa virginum regina

Vitis generosa, vite medicina

Clemencie resina

Ave copiosa gracie piscina

Carnis maculosa mund' illum sentina

Mundicie cortina 



(Hail, glorious queen of virgins, noble vine,

elixir of life, resin of mercy.

Hail, abundant pool of grace, cleanse him

of the filthy dregs of the flesh in

the basin of putrification) 



Hey chicken

Is that your girl?

Bet she lays like a lump

What's your poison - lemonade?

Velveteen or a razor blade?

You wanna walk in the dark with me

To a place where no-one sees?

Kiss the glove

Pretty please

You wanna pray?

On your knees . . .

. . . what did you call me?

(Angel . . . )

Say it again

(Angel . . . )



Claritate radiosa, stella matutina,

Brevitate legis glossa, perte lex divina

Irradiat doctrina

Venustate vernans rosa, sine culpe spina

Caritate viscerosa aurem buc inclina,

Serves ill'a a ruina 



(Morning star, radiant in brigtness, yourself

a gloss on the bervity of the law, through you

the Divine Law illuminates with its teaching,

O rose blooming with lovliness, having no

thorn of sin, with inward love incline your ear

hither and save him from destruction) 



Hey sailor

How's the steam in the stovepipe?