Our lives have several strict laws,
Passed down from He to thee,
We follow in his footsteps,
So we may be as holy,
I’ve lived my life without your touch,
For many years and days,
Lord Jesus doesn’t ask for much,
Only that we abstain,
In a week we’ll still be pure when wed,
Then the magic underpants come off,
I’m gonna let my latter-day saints out,
And shoot them all over your womb.