Me ma says bless ya, don't cause a scene But I've had more girls than her rosary's seen Took her home, said I'd teach her to sew Ended up neckin' by the turf fire glow Yer man in the frock said we're bound for hell But I came twice and I ride well Call me sinner? You poor blind feck She came harder than yer priest's weak neck Don't tell the priest I ride girls, ya shite! I'm deep in her drawers every Saturday night Fuck yer Mass and yer holy pearls Say three Hail Marys, I'll still ride girls Took her to the flats by Thomondgate Licked her clean on her granny's plate She moaned like banshees, legs all wide While the statue o' Jesus looked horrified Yer man at confession near fainted dead When I told him what I did in Eimear's bed Said: You're a disgrace with yer filthy mouth But he was gaspin' when I went south Don't tell the priest I ride girls, ya prick He's too busy thinkin' with his holy dick Let him clutch beads and damn my curls I'll still spit truth and I'll still ride girls I'm not yer wife, not yer feckin' bride I'm a cunt with boots and too much pride Yer da'd weep if he heard me moan But his daughter calls me when she's alone I don't need lads, I don't play meek I've had thighs round my head every day this week If that's a sin, then I'll sin hard While you toss off soft in yer Mammy's yard Don't tell the priest I ride girls, you cowards I've screamed into pillows in convent showers I'll scorn yer saints, I'll smirk at yer whirls Get on yer knees, I still ride girls