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