Lyrics:

By smirking prank of fate
We find ourselves dancing late
Like young reprobates

By the milky light of the mighty moon
Find someone to nuzzle to
And waltz from the room

Were all quiffed and cropped
This is our lot
We hold each other up heavy with hops

By smirking prank of fate
We wiggle and kick like bobbing bait
And wait for a bite

By the milky light of the mighty moon
Find someone to nuzzle to
And waltz from the room

Were all quiffed and cropped
This is our lot
We hold each other up heavy with hops

My darling, my dumpling
My plump hearts a thumping
Begging you to come to me

I couldn't be more ready
I couldn't be more ready
A glottal stop, bottled up
Waiting for the penny drop