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
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/DeLthe 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 dickens 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