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 . . .