Mon amour mon ami

Mon amour mon ami

Mon amour mon ami

I was sharing my mattress 

With three trainee nuns 

In the corner of my cramped room 

A battered record player 

Was repeating the same song 

As I had scratched my only record  

The smallest of the three nuns 

Looked at me from beneath the quilt 

She recognised the song from her convent 

I told her the story of my visit to a record store 

My girlfriend of the time liked Jonny XXX

But I ended up purchasing another LP 

As I liked one of the recorded songs

The negro behind the counter 

Tried to rip me off without shame

As I was a young Spanish visitor 

Who fucked young nuns as a part time hobby 

I called the manager who sacked the assistant

He waited for me in alleyway after night fell

He would either kill me or I would kill him 

But nothing happened and we became good friends 

Who shared young nuns until he was finally deported 

My favourite was a girl from Alsace 

Who I soon named

La nonne aux yeux d'or

As she had been blind since birth