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