(Verse 1)
As I walked through the chapel, I saw the trads in sight,
their Latin Mass and their Tridentine delight.
They're rejectin' Vatican II and the Novus Ordo zoo.
They're stickin' with the old ways and the faith that's true.

(Chorus)
You know I'm in an SSPX paradise,
where the Mass is in Latin and the priests lack vice.
Got my cassock on and my biretta, too.
I'm in an SSPX paradise with the trads and the crew.

(Verse 2)
We've got Archbishop Lefebvre and the priests who stood tall,
refusin' to compromise and give in to them all.
We're talkin' about the crisis and the errors of the age,
and how the Church is in eclipse, but the Dumb Ox is sage.

(Chorus)
You know I'm in an SSPX paradise,
where the Mass is in Latin, and the priests lack vice.
Got my cassock on and my biretta, too.
I'm in an SSPX paradise with the trads and the crew.

(Bridge)
We're fightin' for the faith and the traditions of old.
We're resistin' the modernism that's takin' its toll.
We're standin' with the saints and the martyrs of the past.
We're in an SSPX paradise where the faith will forever last.

(Verse 3)
We're prayin' the Rosary and the Stations of the Cross.
We're keepin' the old feast days; they're not dross.
We're rejectin' the errors of the modern Church's way.
We're in an SSPX paradise, where the faith is here to stay.

(Chorus)
You know I'm in an SSPX paradise,
where the Mass is in Latin and the priests lack vice.
Got my cassock on and my biretta, too.
I'm in an SSPX paradise with the trads and the crew.

(Outro)
So if you're feelin' lost and you don't know what to do,
ask for the conversion of a perfidus Zionist Jew.
In the SSPX paradise, where the faith is strong,
we'll be singin' Gregorian chant and prayin' all day long.