Intro (Tra-la-la...): SILENT
F#m A G# E
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
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Deep greedy and Googling every corner.
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N,
F#m
Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men.
F#m
Tall woman, pull the pylons down
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And wrap them around the necks of all the feckless men that queue to be the next.
E B E B
Steepled fingers, ring leaders, queue jumpers, rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers.
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In your hoof lies the heartland
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Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, les yeux, it?s all in your eyes.
F#m A G# E
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure
F#m A G# E
Deep greedy and Googling every corner,
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Blended by the lights.
F#m - A - G# - E (REPEAT)
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