Jeannie's been throwing up all morning
The poor girl's been so heartsick
Ever since her boyfriend went to war

Father Cole has done his best to console the girl
More so than some neighbors deem necessary
But you just can't measure young love


Picketing the clinic outside of town,
Father Cole holds the record for turning twelve girls around

If anybody knows the sorrows of the young woman, it's
Father Cole, he's been acting out of sorts
That strange sermon he gave

Accepting termination due to rape
Jeannie whispers she's carrying but there's one awful catch
Her boyfriend's been off in the desert for half a year


Cole cried, "This simply cannot be!"
She quipped, "Quite the opposite,

I'm hardly the Virgin Mary.
And you're no carpenter
So who will build my home?"


"Jeannie, you're just a kid,
You can't conceive such mortal sins.

Everything will be all right."

What happens in confession,

Stays in the confessional.
What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.

What happens in confession,
Stays in the confessional.
So what goes on behind those curtains?


"Jeannie, you're just a kid
You won't conceive this mortal sin"