If there is a troubadour washing, it is he   If there is a man about town, it is he   If there is one to be sought, it is he   If there are nine she's, they are bought for me      This way is as is she   And he placed her unclothed   Long, long, long legged   On top of the family tree      And if he has chosen the point   While she is under him   Then leave her coyly placed, crouched, sucking him   For it is I with her on knee      [Foreign content]      I leave her without pith or feel   And leave her be, leave her be   For he controls what there'll be   He makes his face known to none      For if he is seen   Then all will   And all will know   Know me