If there is a troubador washing, it is he
If there are man about town, it is he
If there's one to be sought, it is he
If there are nine she’s
They are bought for me

This way, it is as is she
And he placed her unclothed
Long, long, long-legged
On top of his family tree

And if he has chosen the point, and she is under him
Then leave her coily placed crouched touching him
For it is I
With her on knee

I leave him without any pith or feel
And then I leave, just leave her be
Leave it 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, all will know
Know me

[Audience Applause]