When we turn up in our turn ups
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 and conviction
In donkey jaw diction
We cry for the cause
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 up your arse hole
This is a Freudian slip, my slipper in your bits