When we turn up in our turn up's
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, 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 dumfound as a donkey

This is a booty call
My boot up your arse hole
This is a Freudian slip
My slipper in your bits