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