Wiggley Fingers

I'll never be sad, and I'll never be lonely
I'll never be hungry and I, I'll never be homely
And I never make a noise when I'm kissing a boy
Amen amen

Old John Paul is keepin' a tab
In his big red folder
At night he is dreaming
Of hollow candle holders
Big is the weight of the world
On his shoulders
Amen amen amen amen

Yeah, he's keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to himself
And he sees you keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself
Yeah he's always keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to himself
Always keeping those dirty little, oh yeah

Shakin' the tree baby
You should be shaking the bed, yeah
You know you're rocking the boat, baby
She'll be rocking your head
All the family's watching
60 minutes instead
Amen amen amen amen, yeah

You're keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself
You're keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself
Yeah, you're keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself
You're keeping your dirty little wiggley fingers

They'll send you flying right out of St. Francis Xavier
With a note to your daddy about your unspeakable behavior
And who in the hell is gonna be your savior now

Everyone says that love is a labor
So I guess you go call a sex line
If you want to love your neighbor, baby
I'll just standing right here and I'll just get safer and safer
Amen amen amen amen amen amen amen amen
You know I'm always

Keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself
Keeping those dirty little wiggley fingers to yourself
They'll send me flying right out of St. Francis Xavier
With a note to my daddy about my unspeakable behavior
And who in the hell said I need a savior anyhow

I got the dirty little wiggley fingers
I got the dirty little wiggley fingers
I got the dirty little wiggley fingers
I got the dirty little wiggley fingers
I love the feeling of the wiggley
I love the dirty little wiggley
I love the feeling of the wiggley
I love the dirty little wiggley
Dirty little fingers, yeah