Here is a song produced some years ago by some mischievious, unspiritual PCC students who were clearly not happy campers- a parody of "Your Body Is A Wonderland" by John Mayer:
"Your Body Is A No No Land"
We've got nothing to do at all.
Let's go to the social hall
where we can sit and stare
for hours on end up there.
We'll do devotions for a minute or two.
The rest of the time I'm going to stare
at you
and to our own demise. I can't touch
your thighs.
If you want to hold hands, you'll have
to wait until we get home for a real
date. The physical contact is reserved
just for mates. Dang, it's going to be a
while.
Your body is a no no land. I can't use my
hands. Your body is a no no land.
Something about the way your skirt hugs
your feet. That new pair of hose is
looking pretty sweet.
If you want to go off campus, we'll have
to get a shap. [chaperone]. Well, personally,
I think that's a bunch of crap. Yeah.
Okay. If you want
hold hands, you'll have to wait until we
get home
for real date. Physical contact
reserve just mates. Dang, it's gonna be
a while. Your body is a no no land.
Your body is a no no land. I can't use my
hands. Your body is a no no land.
Your body is a no no land. I can't use
my hands. Your body is a no no land.
Your body is a no no land. I can't use
my hands. Your body is no less.
