Tra, la, la, in your snatch fits pleasure
Broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
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 leaders, queue jumpers
Rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers
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
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Blended by the lights
Fitzpleasure Video (MV)
Performed By: Alt-J
From Album: An Awesome Wave
Written by: Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-Hamilton, Gwilym David Dylan Sainsbury, Joe Jerome Newman, Thomas Stuart Green
Year: 2012
Alt-J - Fitzpleasure Lyrics
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Tra, la, la, in your snatch fits pleasure
Broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
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 leaders, queue jumpers
Rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers
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
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Blended by the lights
Broom-shaped pleasure
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
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 leaders, queue jumpers
Rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers
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
Deep greedy and Googling every corner
Blended by the lights
Writer: Augustus Figaro Niso Unger-Hamilton, Gwilym David Dylan Sainsbury, Joe Jerome Newman, Thomas Stuart Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.