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 leaders, queue jumpers

Rock fist paper scissors, 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

Blended by the lights