Sometimes Plunder

Two little ducks sank with a knock knock knock

She got twenty on tick and smoked the bloody lot

The fridge was bare, the dog was bones

Weavin' and a-bobbin' when the tallyman calls

Mary, Mary, she went up the wall

And she kissed bye bye to the holiest

Joe Played the wild rover and climbed on board

Says, 'It's all that the lady of the manor can afford'

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

Meet Miss

Morrissey, fingers light

She lifted up his hat and he wept all night

She's the woman with the granny bag dressed to the nines

The pleasure and the privilege mine all mine

Candid camera on every bloody wall

All the cameras under heaven couldn't catch 'em all

Fill those pockets and lift that grail

Lead me into temptation, girls

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

Everything

I do, I do it for you.

Everything

I do is driven by you.

Driven by you?

You don't have a clue.

I make your songs better and you always try to sue!

Money, money, money--it's gone to your head.

I sample too much and you say 'the music's dead'.

Dead? Huh!

You're the one that's dead--lots of money spent on someone with a hollow head.

New Kids,

Minogue, all those sort of rogues, making lots of money for those scheming little toads.

Then you come to us and say we made the music worse--look at the

Beatles and

Stones--who made their music first?

All the threes and all the queen bees singing 'does the driver wanna wee wee?'

Wicked ladies, malicious intent

Your honor,

I was only trying to pick it up for lent.

Does the driver wanna wee wee?

Does the driver wanna wee wee?

Does the driver wanna wee wee? '

Cause we want to wee wee too!

Why waste change, why change the habit

If the girl's got to have it then the girl's got to have it

Easiest pickings, wall to wall, in

England's piped ceramic malls

By the ****ens and the devil's daughter

Bingo full house everyone's a winner

The lady works in mysterious ways

All because the lady loves

Christmas every day

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder

You sometimes plunder, and you sometimes plunder (Repeat)

You can make a living sometimes plundering (Repeat)

Too late (Repeat)

Some people wanna fill the world with silly love songs