Down at the Midnight Rectory

Down, down, down at the midnight rectory. We jiggle juice frisking under the marquee. The peacocks are strutting behind velvet rope, Sipping away on the Heavenly dope. Down, down at the midnight rectory. We jiggle juice frisking under the marquee. The peacocks are strutting behind velvet rope, Sipping away on the heavenly dope. Scratch at the hatch with some sisters and lap Sons. Enter on fours, the ones with your daps On. Surrender yourself, dolls. Get down on your knees. Open the flappers and ruffle the keys. Am I enough to daddy? No, no. I low enough to daddy? No, no, no. Am I enough to daddy? Well, all right, give me two hallelujahs and an Amen. Am I low enough, daddy? No, no. Am I low enough to daddy? No, no, no. I low enough to daddy? Ooh-wee. Two hallelujahs and an amen. Let's pray. Up, up, up in the perch, we'll be squeaky Swingin'. Standing on edge as the pigeon is wingin'. Down in the boiler, we jiver and puff. Loosen the collars right up to the scruff. So oil your bread hive down on the lake Out. Remember the garden. Let's wiggle and snake out. Fiddle the humbugs and howl like a pooch. Nibble a swallow of heavenly hooch. Am I low enough to daddy? No, no. Am I low enough to daddy? No, no. Am I low enough to daddy? Mm, give me Lordy, oh Lordy, hey Lordy, My Lord. Am I low enough to daddy? No, no. Am low enough to daddy? No, no. Am I low enough to daddy? Uh-huh. Lordy, oh Lordy, hey Lordy, My Lord. Swing.