So wild the Priest in practice,
he came form youth to be,
offered to a fair few maids,
before he knew what he'd see.
At first a childhood sweetheart,
longed for his best desire.
Next the shotgun wedding,
saw him running as if on fire.
Third a girl at choir school,
was bent over pews of oak,
and by the fourth he parried,
to get wed before it broke.
His life a story, a pantomime,
so much we had to laugh,
yet Dave sincerely felt our scorn,
though we'd only heard the half.
He left the priesthood under cloud,
for living life without restraint,
we could see what they had not,