Fitzpleasure – alt-J

Tralala trala tra-a-la la [x4]

In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure,

Deep greedy and
Googling every corner.

La trala tra-a-la lalalala lalala

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 lalalala lalalala leaders,
Queue queue jumpers, rock fist paper scissors, lalala lalala lingered fluffers.
Require
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, broom-shaped pleasure,

Aaaah

Deep greedy and Googling every corner,

Tralala trala tra-a-la lalalala lalala

Ooooooh

Blended by the lights.