Young Boy (Parody of "Young Girl" by Gary Puckett) Okay, these last Philadelphia 'revelations" pushed me over the edge. Father, you know JUST what you do

Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
Don't be my love toy

With all the charms of a pre-teen
Your hairless body turns me on
Come to the altar son
And pour some wine, wow you look fine
Oh look! My vestment's come undone, oh

Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
don't be my love toy

Beneath your short pants and undies
I'm praying there's some hidden pelf
I know I'll rot in hell
Forever more, and that's for sure
But I just can't control myself,oh

Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
Don't be my love toy

So hurry home to your pappa
But shut your mouth and dry your tears
Get out of here
Before the Bishop sees, my full disease
I might get canned in 30 years,oh

Young boy get out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of your behind
Better run boy
Don't be my love toy

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