Fitzpleasure (iTunes Session)

Tra-la, la-tra-la, tra-aa-la, la Tra-la, la-tra-la, tra-aa-la, la Tra-la, la-tra-la, tra-aa-la, la Tra-la, la-tra-la, tra-aa In your snatch fits pleasure Broom-shaped pleasure Deep greedy and googling every corner La-tra-la, tra-aa-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-leaders Que-queue jumpers Rock, fist, paper, scissors La-la-la-la-lingered fluffers 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 fits pleasure Broom-shaped pleasure Deep greedy and googling every corner Tra-la, la-tra-la, tra-aa-la La, la, la, la, la, la, la Oooo-ooh Blended by the lights