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