Lyrics: Fitzpleasure

Tra, la, la, in your snatch fits pleasure
Broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
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 leaders
Queue jumpers
Rock fist paper scissors, la la la la la la la lingered fluffers
Be Quiet
[They choir:] {In your hoof lies the heartland}
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure

It's all in your eyes
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Tra, la, la, Tra, la, Tra-a, la, la la la la la la la
Ohhh, blended by the lights