A little boy, it's Sunday mass
And little boys get bored
During prayer, idle hands
Neatly tear Job right from the bible
The preacher sees, and he strikes him
But the boy strikes him back
Because he thinks fair is fair
They box his ears, still he hears
Some lady swear
Hes a lost boy
Just a lost boy
Oh if he were mine
Oh if here were mine
Mother heard what the lady said
And she just shook her head
And as the boy grew older
He never quite grew up
Needed more, so he screwed the housemaid
Caught ashore, away with a sailor
Carted home, almost nightly
Till he's brought into court
And charged for all he had done
The judge asked him why
And the boy just said 'I thought it sounded like fun.'
And little boys get bored
During prayer, idle hands
Neatly tear Job right from the bible
The preacher sees, and he strikes him
But the boy strikes him back
Because he thinks fair is fair
They box his ears, still he hears
Some lady swear
Hes a lost boy
Just a lost boy
Oh if he were mine
Oh if here were mine
Mother heard what the lady said
And she just shook her head
And as the boy grew older
He never quite grew up
Needed more, so he screwed the housemaid
Caught ashore, away with a sailor
Carted home, almost nightly
Till he's brought into court
And charged for all he had done
The judge asked him why
And the boy just said 'I thought it sounded like fun.'
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