God's angry man, his crotchety scholar Was Saint Jerome, the great name-caller Who cared not a dime for laws of libel And in his spare time he translated the Bible Saint Jerome, the Thunderer Quick to disparage all joys but learning Saint Jerome thought marriage was better than burning But didn't like womans painted cheeks Well, he didn't like Romans and he didn't like Greeks Saint Jerome, the Thunderer Hated pagens for their pagen ways Yet doted on Cicero all of his days A born reformer, cross and gifted He scolded mankind, sterner than Swift did Saint Jerome, the Thunderer But he swelled men's minds with Godly leaven It takes all kinds to make a heaven Yeah Worked to save the world from the heathen Fled to a cave for peace to breathe in Promptly wherewith for miles around He filled the air with fury and sound Saint Jerome, talkin' 'bout the Thunderer In a mighty prose for almighty ends He thrust at his foes, and quarrelled with his friends And served his Master, though with complaint He wasn't a plaster sort of Saint Saint Jerome, the Thunderer Can't get through life by just being nice Ignorance of scripture is ignorance of Christ Love without truth is just sentimental Truth without love is sterile Saint Jerome, the Thunderer But he swelled men's minds with Godly leaven It takes all kinds to make a heaven Yeah God's angry man, his crotchety scholar Was Saint Jerome, the great name-caller Who cared not a dime for laws of libel And in his spare time he translated the Bible Saint Jerome, the Thunderer Saint Jerome, the Thunderer Yeah, the Thunderer Yeah, Saint Jerome, the Thunderer