E D. (Every fourth time there's a riff.)

Running from the Nun

Ain't so much fun

You aren't the favorite son

You better run cuz the nun is coming nun is coming

When I went to school

The teachers were so cruel

When I act the fool

She hit me with that golden rule

Hide it from the sun

She's gonna come undone

She knows that you're the one

You better run cuz she knows you did it knows you did it

I often wondered why

There's stars up in the sky

She told me there's this guy.

And that ain't no lie.

She's coming with a gun

Hidden in her bun

A megaton of stun

You better hide if you wanna keep staying alive

Running from the Nun

Ain't so much fun

You aren't the favorite son.

You better run cuz the nun is coming nun is coming

She’s gonna cut your hair

She don’t even care

She says you need a job

Can’t turn her down cuz she workin for the mob