Letra de Fitzpleasure

[Intro]
Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-a-la, la
Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-a-la, la
Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-a-la, la
Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-a-la, la

[Coro]
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and googling every corner
La, tra-la, tra-a-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la

[Verso 1]
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

[Verso 2]
Steepled fingers, ring la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-leaders
Queue-queue jumpers to 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

[Coro]
In your snatch fits pleasure, a broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and googling every corner

[Conclusi�n]
Tralala, trala, tra-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, oh, blinded by the lights