Sometimes Plunder

Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock

She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot

The fridge was bare, the dog was bones

Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls

Mary, Mary, she went up the wall

And she kissed bye bye to the holiest Joe

Played the wild rover and climbed on board

Says, 'It's all that the lady of the manor can afford'

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

Meet Miss Morrissey, fingers light

She lifted up his hat and he wept all night

She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines

The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine

Candid camera on every bloody wall

All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all

Fill those pockets and lift that grail

Lead me into temptation, girls

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

Everything I do, I do it for you

Everything I do is driven by you

Driven by you? You don't have a clue

I make your songs better and you always try to sue!

Money, money, money

It's gone to your head

I sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'

Dead?

Huh! You're the one that's dead

Lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head

New Kids, Minogue

All those sort of rogues

Making lots of money for those scheming little toads

Then you come to us and say we made the music worse

Look at the Beatles and Stones

Who made their music first?

All the threes and all the queen bees

Singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'

Wicked ladies, malicious intent

Your honor, I was only trying to pick it up for lent

Does the driver wanna wee wee?

Does the driver wanna wee wee?

Does the driver wanna wee wee?

'Cause we want to wee wee too!

Why waste change, why change the habit

If the girl's got to have it, then the girl's got to have it

Easiest pickings

Wall to wall

In England's piped ceramic malls

By the dickens and the Devil's daughter

Bingo, full house everyone's a winner

The lady works in mysterious ways

All because the lady loves Christmas every day

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

(You can make a living

Sometimes plundering)

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(Too late)

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Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs