The Duke Of Prunes Lyrics - The Mothers Of Invention

A moon beam through the prune In June 

Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans 

And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck 

The cheese I have for you, my dear 

Is real and very new 

A moon beam through the prune In June 

Reveals your chest I see your lovely beans 

And in that magic go-kart I bite your neck 

The love I have for you, my dear 

Is real and very new 

Prune! (pa-da-dah!) 

If it is a real prune Knows no cheese 

(cheeky chanky, cheeky chanky) 

And stands (Oh no!) 

Taller or softer than any tree (or bush) 

And I know The love I have for you 

Will grow and grow And grow, I think 

And so my love I offer you 

A love that is strong A prune that is true