The Fun Powder Plot Lyrics

When we turn up in our turnups,
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, conviction,
and donkey-jaw diction,
we cry for the cause,
we cry for the cause,
[x2]
because the courts have left us lonely;
disowned us daddies like the p***ers 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, my boot, my boot, my boot up your a*** hole.
This is a Freudian slip;
my slipper, my slipper, my slipper, my slipper in your bits.

With courage, conviction,
and donkey-jaw diction,
we cry for the cause,
we cry for the cause,
[x2]
because the courts have left us lonely;
disowned us daddies like the p***ers 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, my boot, your a*** hole!
This is a Freudian slip;
my slipper, my slipper, my slipper, my slipper in your bits.