We live a life of reflection and prayer
Filling our lungs with fresh mountain air
It’s not half as bad as it sounds
Yes, we live to a timetable
That’s famously inflexible
But it’s not half as bad as it sounds
But like a sore thumb, one nun sticks out
Though she is equally devout
Does her own thing and doesn’t seem to care
She’s late again, it’s just not right
Mother Superior should say “On your bike!”
How do you solve a problem like
The nun in the naughty chair?

Walking in daydreams for hours and hours
The vegetable patch, she planted flowers
We can’t eat begonias, we need carrots
She just doesn’t think, she’s got no brain
Hangs clothes out to dry in the pouring rain
You should hear the words she taught the convent parrot
We spotted symptoms of ADHD
If she got diagnosed, well then what would that mean?
We’ve no idea where to go from there
That she could improve, I greatly doubt
Mother Superior should kick her out
Life would be easier without
The nun in the naughty chair

I’ve had a hunch it would come to this
Since her hair was in bunches and she spoke in a lisp
I feel like my hands are tied
Over life’s obstacles, I gave her help
We climbed every mountain she made for herself
I wish I knew how to make it right
There’s a solution better, I’m sure
Than simply showing her the door
But God help me, can’t find it anywhere
So much for being wise or whatever
Mother Superior’s at the end of her tether
But up his sleeve God has got something clever
For the nun in the naughty chair

She’s late again, it’s just not right
Mother Superior should say “On your bike!”
How do you solve a problem like
The nun in the naughty chair?