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 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 [bad word] hole. 
This is a Freudian slip; my slipper in your bits.