I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant fucker’s mate.
When I’m not fucking pheasants then I have to masturbate.
Now who’s the lucky birdy as they all queue up and wait,
I try hard to grab them all before it is too late.
When the birds are satisfied and stripped of all their feathers,
I look out for more to screw in all kinds of weathers.
