He’s an ol' altar boynLying out there in the streetnHe’s an ol' alter boynBound up in leather and chainsnThat’s why I’m feeling so bluenI'm an old altar boynWhat about you?nnNow, I can order in LatinnMake ‘em au gratin, JoenI’m an old altar boynThat’s why I’m so depressednI never got the rest of the dreamnJust the ritualnNow I’m habitualnMajoring in crimes that are unspeakablenCause I’m an old altar boynThat’s what happened to me.nnI'm an old altar boynHe’s hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nunnHe knows there’s got to be some around herenDrinking across from the churchnA little Father Cribari winenOn a Sunday morn' time.nnI'm an old altar boy.nWhy is he winking at this time in his life?nHe never took a wife, cause he’s an old altar boynOh, yeah...nWhat about you?