| 歌曲 | Porcelain Baked Cast Iron Wedding |
| 歌手 | Linda Perhacs |
| 专辑 | Parallelograms |
| 作词 : Perhacs | |
| It's a splendid, high-waisted | |
| White flavoured day | |
| It's Pavlov with barking | |
| And featheres and pearls | |
| It's porcelain, oh, so bored | |
| Faces and curls | |
| Buckles and gadgets | |
| And bell-bottom cools | |
| Strutting and studding | |
| And preening by the rules | |
| Cinderella for a day, she's a queen | |
| In white angel lace | |
| In a dream that she fabricates | |
| From her last remaining | |
| Green dollar bill | |
| In a corrugated castle, with | |
| So many fossilised remains | |
| Plaster baked in saks special powder | |
| And villafranchian lace | |
| Long shawks, lean shanks | |
| With mini-skirted brims | |
| It's a harem in conquest | |
| With alabaster skins | |
| "Did I see you in Rome?" | |
| "I wintered abroad." | |
| Silky and creamy | |
| They're a peppered prime cause | |
| Of gullery flocking | |
| And rank hierarchy locking | |
| Arena behaviour | |
| One man (stud) to a hill | |
| In turtle neck style | |
| With clean verbal kills | |
| Pass the champagne will you please | |
| And let's get on with | |
| The next social squeeze | |
| Female flavored, custom tailored | |
| The strutting ground's | |
| For the posh aggregates | |
| Spilling, dividing and multiplying | |
| In a system of social, rotating mates | |
| ...Ah, the hell with the rules! |
| zuò cí : Perhacs | |
| It' s a splendid, highwaisted | |
| White flavoured day | |
| It' s Pavlov with barking | |
| And featheres and pearls | |
| It' s porcelain, oh, so bored | |
| Faces and curls | |
| Buckles and gadgets | |
| And bellbottom cools | |
| Strutting and studding | |
| And preening by the rules | |
| Cinderella for a day, she' s a queen | |
| In white angel lace | |
| In a dream that she fabricates | |
| From her last remaining | |
| Green dollar bill | |
| In a corrugated castle, with | |
| So many fossilised remains | |
| Plaster baked in saks special powder | |
| And villafranchian lace | |
| Long shawks, lean shanks | |
| With miniskirted brims | |
| It' s a harem in conquest | |
| With alabaster skins | |
| " Did I see you in Rome?" | |
| " I wintered abroad." | |
| Silky and creamy | |
| They' re a peppered prime cause | |
| Of gullery flocking | |
| And rank hierarchy locking | |
| Arena behaviour | |
| One man stud to a hill | |
| In turtle neck style | |
| With clean verbal kills | |
| Pass the champagne will you please | |
| And let' s get on with | |
| The next social squeeze | |
| Female flavored, custom tailored | |
| The strutting ground' s | |
| For the posh aggregates | |
| Spilling, dividing and multiplying | |
| In a system of social, rotating mates | |
| ... Ah, the hell with the rules! |