Fitzpleasure (bretonLABS Remix)

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

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

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-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

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

Tralala, trala, tra-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, oh, oh, oh, blinded by the lights