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[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double-M O N
Little did I know that
That the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men
[Verse 4]
Tall woman
Pull the pylons down
And wrap them around the necks
Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next
[Verse 5]
Steepled fingers
Ring la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-leaders
Queue-queue jumpers
Rock, fist, paper, scissors
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
[Verse 6]
In your snatch fits pleasure, a broom-shaped pleasure
Deep, greedy, and Googling every corner
[Verse 7]
Tra-la-la, tra-la, tra-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh, blended by the lights
Written by: Gus Unger-Hamilton, Gwilym Sainsbury, Joe Newman, Thom Green