Party Rock be in thine House this evening of our Lord;
All assembled shalt enjoy themselves immensely.
We shall cause thou to become maddened,
We simply long to view you
Shake thyself!

In the ale house, Party Rock.
Searching for a wench? She sitteth upon me.
We continue forthwith,
Her Ass shaketh intensely.
Sister, where is thy mead? I long to know.
Hair shirt, taut Habit,
Half black, half white. Lying in the Nunnery,
Monks won’t blab it.
We collect thine Indulgences,
And then we indulge in each other!
Satan blesseth us, Party Rock,
We float to the heavens at the rouse of the Cock.

Party Rock be in thine House this evening of our Lord;
All assembled shalt enjoy themselves immensely.
We shall cause thou to become maddened,
We simply long to view you
Shake thyself!

Each day of our Lord, I’m jigging.

On second Thought, her hair shirt does forge a bit of Displeasure,
It seems Nuns do not inspire much lustful Leisure.
To God I shall devote my meager Life,
Since Adultery in the Convent has brought me much Strife.
Step above, step below, raise thy hands to the bell’s toll!
Step above, step below, raise thy hands to the bell’s toll!

Party Rock be in thine House this evening of our Lord;
All assembled shalt enjoy themselves immensely.
We shall cause thou to become maddened,
We simply long to view you
Shake thyself!

—V. Pavilonis

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