Singer:
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
The first one found loved all the choir boys
He bit all the ones that made the most terrified noise
The priest heard the mouse and by his tail caught him
And nobody knew he was there
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
The next one caught liked to feast on grapefruit
And when the priest saw it he poisoned the grapefruit
The mouse was found dead in a churchgoer's boot
And nobody knew he was there
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
The third one was found on a dusty old bridge
He infected a girl and she danced off the ledge
The priest threw him off that very same bridge
And nobody knew he was there
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
The fourth one turned up on a ship so stunning
He squeaked and scuttled when he was caught hunting
And to his dismay he was in holy company
And nobody knew he was there
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
The fifth one was found in a bucket of ale
Was killed by a cat when he bit it's mate's tail
The remains were collected in a gardener's pail
And nobody knew he was there
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
The sixth one was found on a train bound to London
A passenger's food tickled his fancy
When he was found he was caught red-handsy
And nobody knew he was there
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
The seventh one was caught in the church's own walls
Scuttling around like he owned these halls
Shot by the Priest's newfound friend
And nobody knew he was there
Oh dear, what could the matter be?
Seven white mice found in the monastery
They were found by the priest on a Sunday
Nobody knew they were there
