Lady Fancy Knickers Gee up, ya ya! Dressed in your post-office skirt Ditch the lifeswitch grandpa Gee up, ya ya! And his long, long evenings at the carpet warehouse
I wish that I could say to you The things I've got to say to you Instead I find my head is filled for hours With wooden sweets and sellotape With Scotch tape and electric tape And insulating tape made out of flowers
I want a new theory of everything A tub of custard, a manky carpet and a piece of string Junior Soleil's code of honour Self-Portrait of Luther being played by the devil as a pair of bagpipes
Lady Fancy Knickers Gee up, ya ya Spooky foxgloves at the pink pine igloo The etiquette of public information display New games prefigure new societies I wish I could I could be liege to you Instead of laying siege to you You know that you're outnumbered, on the run In the locker at the train station I read your letter ending 'If you love me, love me totally for fun'
Lady Fancy Knickers
Claytones on Sun Mountain ring for you A culture critic with a pot of glue Make a cup of tea Listen to the three Lefthanded mongol horsemen on the radio
The first day of the siege We dressed the men in white The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night If you resist the third the city's going to fall Black is what we'll wear when we come to kill you all
Compositor: Nicholas John Currie ECAD: Obra #1759392