Bad, Bad Dreams Lyrics

As I lie beside you trying not to make a noise
my crackerjack heart's all wound up like a toy.
It's these torrid thoughts,
they keep stirring up my loins..
Like a dirty little boy, I gotta see a priest.
I godda go to confession. I'm gonna call the police-
I'm gonna do a bad thing.
Don't tell my mama, don't tell my papa,
baby, I've been dreamin' bad, bad dreams.

I wanna pledge my "allegiancy",
but I'm a ferocious human beast
with carnal instincts.
Still, I'm a standup guy to every
gal I meet-all those pretty girls in heat-
I godda see a priest. I godda go to confession.
I'm gonna call the police-I'm gonna do a bad thing.
Don't tell my mama, don't tell my papa,
baby, I've been dreamin' bad, bad dreams.
This sick, old man once shared his philosophy:
guys imagine having s** with
every girl they see. Ever since,
I've tried to debunk this myth;
it's the curse of Dionysus.
These dreams I have, no girl is left unturned.
Your best friend, your sister,
your 8th grade picture-
It's enough to want to lop the thing right off...
So help me god, I gotta see a priest.