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McGee and Finn where working again
performing some road repairs
Across from a place of constant disgrace
A den of sorted affairs
Soon comes by, a Jewish Rabbi
And after the coast seemed clear,
slips on in,   to the house of sin
And all Finn could do was sneer
"Is nothing holy to a man of the cloth"
Said McGee while raising his spade
I won't be his judge, nor carry a grudge
But I'm sure he'll be measured and weigh

A little while after, there came an old Pastor
who lurked around the front door
Keeping and eye,  if someone might spy
Him darting in the first floor 
But McGee caught sight of this sinners delight
and looked to the heavens again
And said "These Protestants know nothing of God"
With his hand on his heart, agreed Finn

A short while later, both excavators, notice a Catholic Priest 
He was looking around, to see no one was found
And both were surprised,  said the least
When the Priest went on in, to that dark house of sin
Then McGee  just started to cry, 
With his hat in his hand, spoke to Finn once again
  Proclaiming 
"One of the girls must have died"

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