Fitzpleasure

Tra la la tra la tra-ah la

La

Tra la la tra la tra-ah la

La

Tra la la tra la tra-ah la

La

Tra la la tra la tra-ah

In your snatch fitzpleasure

Broom-shaped pleasure

Deep greedy and googling every corner

La tra la tra-ah la

La la la la la la la

Dead in the middle

Of the C-O double M-O-N

Little did I know then

That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men

Tall woman

Pull the pylons down

And wrap them around the necks

Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next

Steepled fingers

Ring la la la la la la la la leaders

Queue jumpers

Rock fist paper scissors, la la la la la la lingered fluffers (the choir)

In your hoof lies the heartland

Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure

Les yeux, it's all in your eyes

In your snatch fitzpleasure

A broom-shaped pleasure

Deep greedy and googling every corner

Tra la la tra la tra-ah la

La la la la la la la

Ohhhhhhh

Blended by the lights