Intro (Tra-la-la...): SILENT 
                                           Em       G F# D 
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure 
                               Em     G F# D 
Deep greedy and Googling every corner. 
 
Dead in the middle of the C-O-double M-O-N, 
Em                                                   
Little did I know then that the Mandela Boys soon become Mandela Men. 
                            Em   
Tall woman, pull the pylons down 
    Em                     G F# D Em   
And wrap them around the necks of all the feckless men that queue to be the next. 
D        A                      D     A                                               
Steepled fingers, ring leaders, queue jumpers, rock fist paper scissors, lingered fluffers. 
                      Em 
In your hoof lies the heartland 
                      Em                                                     
Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, les yeux, it?s all in your eyes. 
                                           Em       G F# D 
In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure 
                               Em     G F# D 
Deep greedy and Googling every corner, 
               Em    G F# D 
Blended by the lights.  
 
Em - G - F# - D (REPEAT) 
 
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