Sister Josephine - Jake Thackray

Oh, Sister Josephine

What do all these policemen mean

By coming to the convent in a grim limousine

After Sister Josephine?

While you, Sister Josephine

You sit with your boots up on the altar screen

You smoke one last cigar

What a funny nun you are!

The policemen say that Josephine’s a burglar in disguise

Big bad Norman — fifteen years on the run

The sisters disbelieve it: No, that can’t be Josephine;

Just think about her tenderness towards the younger nuns

Oh, Sister Josephine

They’re searching the chapel where you’ve been seen

The nooks and the crannies of the nun’s canteen

After Sister Josephine

While you, Sister Josephine

You sip one farewell Benedictine

Before your au revoir

A right funny nun you are!

Admittedly her hands are big and hairy

And embellished with a curious tattoo

Admittedly her voice is on the deep side

And she seems to shave more often than the other sisters do

Oh, Sister Josephine

Founder of the convent pontoon team

They’re looking through your bundles of rare magazines

After Sister Josephine

While you, Sister Josephine

You give a goodbye sniff of benzedrine

To the convent budgerigar

A bloody funny nun you are!

No longer will her snores ring through the chapel during prayers

Nor her lustful moanings fill the stilly night

No more empty bottles of altar wine come clunking from her cell

No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright

Oh, Sister Josephine

Slipping through their fingers like Vaseline

Leaving them to clutch your empty crinoline

After Sister Josephine

While you, Sister Josephine

Sprinting through the suburbs when last seen

Dressed only in your wimple and your rosary

A right funny nun you seem to be!