Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la In your side view is pleasure, boom, shape, pleasure Deep breathing, googling at the corner Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la, Tra-la-la Dead in the middle of the sea of that river wind Living in a lullaby that demanded a voice from an element Tall woman, pull the pylons down and wrap them around the necks Of all the peckless men, the cue to be the next Seaport fingers ring, la-la-la-la-la-la-la leader Cuckoo jumpers, rock fingers, paper scissors, la-la-la-la-la-la-la leader crawlers The choir hear your hoo-lai's a heartland with a temple A treasure, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, it's all in your eyes In your snout with pleasure, a broomstick pleasure Deep greedy and goo-gooing every quarter Cuck, cuck, cuck, cuck, cuck, cuck, cuck, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la La-dee-ba-da-da-dum La-dee-ba-da-da-dum