Alt-J - Fitzpleasure

Tra, la, la,
 In your snatch fits pleasure, broom-shaped pleasure

 Deep greedy and Googling every corner

 Dead in the middle
 Of the C-O double-M-O-N

 Little did I know then
 That the Mandela Boys become Mandela Men
 Tall woman, pull the pylons down
 And wrap them around the necks
 Of all the feckless men that queue to be the next

 Steepled fingers ring la la la la la la la leaders
 Q-queue jumpers rock fist paper scissors, la la la la la la la lingered fluffers
 Be quiet
 In your hoof lies the heartland
 Where we tent for our treasure, pleasure, leisure, leisure
 It's all in your eyes
 In your snatch fits pleasure, a broom-shaped pleasure

 Deep greedy and Googling every corner

 Tra, la, la,
 Tra, la,
 Tra-a, la, la la la la la la la
 Oh, blended by the lights