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 the 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