Said the judge of the widow she importunes
Give her what she wants just get her out of my rooms
For the love of GOD this damnation looms
For the love of GOD this damnation dooms
I see a snow white dove I hear a million plumes
Still the old snow monkey silently prunes
What am I to Thee O Bride of a billion grooms
Still the old snow monkey sits and grooms
What am I to Thee O Bride of a billion grooms
Still the old snow monkey sits and grooms
For the love of GOD this damnation dooms
For the love of GOD this damnation booms booms booms