I'll never be sad and I'll never be lonely
I'll never be hungry and I'll never be homely
And I'll never make a noise when I'm kissing a boy
Amen, amen

Old John Paul is keeping a tab in his big red folder
At night he is dreaming of hollow candleholders
As big as the weight of the world on his shoulders
Amen, amen
Amen, amen

Yeah, and you're keeping those dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself
I said, you're keeping those dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself
Yeah, you're always keeping those dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself
I see you're keeping those dirty little

You're shaking the tree, baby, you should be shaking the bed
Yeah, you know you're rocking the boat but you should be rocking your head
All the family's watching Sixty Minutes instead
Amen, amen
Amen, amen

Yeah, and you're keeping those dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself
You're always keeping those dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself
Yeah, and you're keeping those dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself
Keeping those dirty little wiggly
And they'll send you flying right out of Saint Francis Xavier
With a note to my daddy about my unspeakable behaviour
And who the hell is going to be your saviour now?

Everyone says that love is a labour
And so I guess you go call a sex line if you want to love your neighbour, baby
I'll just stay right here and I'll just get a little safer and safer
Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen, amen
Amen, amen

You know I'm always keeping my dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself
I see you're keeping dirty little wiggly fingers to yourself

And they'll send you flying right out of Saint Francis Xavier
With a note to my daddy about my unspeakable behaviour
And who the hell said I need a saviour anyhow?

I got the dirty little wiggly fingers
I got the dirty little wiggly fingers
I got the dirty little wiggly fingers
I got the dirty little wiggly fingers

I love to feel the little wiggly
I love the dirty little wiggly
I love to feel the little wiggly
I love the dirty little wiggly
Dirty little fingers, yeah