When we turn up in our turnups,
our hearts are heavy,
our heads are ready to levy.
For the yippee-less swing,
for the tot-less cot,
for the mock,
for the shock,
for the fun powder plot.
With courage, conviction,
and donkey-jaw diction,
we cry for the cause,
we cry for the cause,
[x2]
because the courts have left us lonely;
disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party.
Gently, gently take them from me,
gently, gently take them from me,
gently, gently take them from me,
and I'll be left dumbfound as a donkey.
This is a booty call;
my boot, my boot, my boot, my boot up your arse hole.
This is a Freudian slip;
my slipper, my slipper, my slipper, my slipper in your
bits.
With courage, conviction,
and donkey-jaw diction,
we cry for the cause,
we cry for the cause,
[x2]
because the courts have left us lonely;
disowned us daddies like the poopers of the party.
Gently, gently take them from me,
gently, gently take them from me,
gently, gently take them from me,
and I'll be left dumbfound as a donkey.
This is a booty call;
my boot, my boot, your arse hole!
This is a Freudian slip;
my slipper, my slipper, my slipper, my slipper in your
bits.
