Text písně The Duke Regains His Chops
A moon beam through the prune In June Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck. The cheese I have for you, my dear, Is real and very new. Prunes (pa-da-dah) If they are fresh prunes (pa-da-dah) Knows no cheese And they just lie there Drowning and sickening And it's ... oh I dunno LAH-H-H And I know I think The love I have for you Will never end Well, maybe . . . And so, my love, I offer you A love that is strong A prune that is true. (This is the exciting part, this is like the Supremes... See the way it. builds up, Baby . . .:) My prune is true My love for you, my dear, etc. Ooh-ah, mumble mumble . . .