Libera te tutemet ex delectatio morosa
Lupus non mordet lupum
Radix malorum est cupiditas
Auribus teneo lupum
I’m locked in a palace with hundreds of boys
I think of them all as my personal toys.
Our dress is flamboyant; we like it that way.
Though people have told us it’s really quite gay.
(It's terribly gay.)
Do what I tell you, but not what I do.
If you contradict me I'll get rid of you.
A condom's forbidden; now do as you're told.
You don't have to worry; he's not very old.
Dirty old man.
I'm just a dirty old man.
Dirty old man.
I'm just a dirty old man.
Und den für sicherheit we have the Swiss Guard.
They do private viewings to show how they're hard.
Their costumes are garish, we know what you'll say.
Oh look at their helmets; how terribly gay.
Spectacles, testicles, wallet and watch;
I like when the young priests all point to their crotch.
The choirboys kneeling give me a strange feeling;
The sight of their young bodies oh so appealing.
Dirty old man.
I'm just a dirty old man.
Dirty old man.
I'm just a dirty old man.
It's time for confession, get down on your knees.
Forget what they taught you, it's me you should please.
These morbid desires are perfectly right.
Come here little lost one, let me hold you tight
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