You see, the duke's mustache is like cordite

And his head is clean-shaven

And his neck is- his neck is fucking bull-like

His fingers are-

And the lovers of him

They all say so

And they also say so

Before they leave and after they go

Eyes smile all the time

And the water and the wine flow all the time

And when the duke talks, he sounds like a- a mime

Like a- like a mime with his hands doing all the talk- all the talking

With his hands doing all the talk-

With his hands doing all the talk-

With his hands doing all the talking

With his hands doing all the talking

Like a cleaver, cleaver, cleaver, cleaver

The duke draws nearer, so you can hear him a little clearer

As your free arm lifts up the beast and the burden

Like-like all of his men

While his hands do all the talking

You see, the duke's mustache is like cordite

And his head is clean-shaven

And his neck is fucking bull-like

And his fingers are muscled and tight

The duke is deluxe into life

And lovers of him all say so before they leave and after they go

Eyes smile all the time

And the water and the wine flow all the time

And when the duke talks, he sounds like a mime

With his hands doing all the talking