歌曲 | The Penis Song |
歌手 | Momus |
专辑 | Folktronic |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Currie | |
Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the geodesic dome | |
Once gave a lecture he entitled 'everything I know' | |
Taking the title literally, he spoke four years or so | |
And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home | |
(Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something) | |
Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my cast and showed me | |
In a penis exhibition in a gallery on Broadway | |
So many people saw my penis in its glass case | |
They recognise my penis now before my face | |
The subject for today: does knowledge elevate or demean us? | |
Everything you didn't want to know about my penis | |
A baker has a penis thing for flattening the dough | |
But stick it in the oven and it rises up, like so | |
The man who chops the melons up with a long and pointed knife | |
Has a penis with a mottled skin, I know, I asked his wife | |
(Very curious) | |
A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same | |
Some call the hypothalamus the penis of the brain | |
One man's sport is fly fishing, and the other's, pocket billiards | |
Congratulations, Watson, on your almost-Freudian brilliance | |
The comedian from hell always thinks he can entertain us | |
With everything we didn't want to know about his penis | |
Like the heather of the Highlands, mine is tipped with flecks of purple | |
With a head as wise as Solomon, although shaped like a turtle | |
It wears a flesh-tone roll-neck and the neck goes up and down | |
It comes out in the evenings and on Friday paints the town | |
Obsessively, compulsively, it only wants one thing | |
To fill your chosen orifice with ropes of pearly string | |
Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue | |
And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done | |
In witty conversation, by drip or intravenus | |
I drop everything you didn't want to know about my penis | |
(Some sort of Tourettes Syndrome) | |
It's a very fine philosopher, debating right and wrong | |
Shows promise as a songwriter (it writes most of my songs) | |
Don't bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie | |
Or avant garde jewellery hanging from your fly | |
(Very chic!) | |
Jean Luc Godard once declared, to gales of mystified laughter | |
That some men wash their hands before they touch it, others after | |
And if you slot it carefully where the sun will never shine | |
You'll feel what's mine becoming yours, what's yours becoming mine | |
Well ladies and hermaphrodites, my tender-hearted readers | |
Everything you didn't want to know about my penis | |
There was a bohemian monk | |
Who went to bed in a bunk | |
He dreamt that Venus | |
Was stroking his penis | |
And woke up all covered in... | |
Thought for the day: does abstinence dirty us or clean us? | |
Everything you didn't want to know about my penis | |
It's a tribute to the power of something otherwise mundane | |
That waving it under a stranger's nose is said to scar his brain | |
I'm doing my bit to see the power of taboo remains intact: | |
I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat | |
(I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat) | |
And if I've bored you stiff with this riff about my penis | |
I wouldn't let a little thing like that come between us | |
And if you can think of another song even more atrocious | |
Well supercalifragilisiticexpi****ingdocious |
zuo ci : Currie | |
Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the geodesic dome | |
Once gave a lecture he entitled ' everything I know' | |
Taking the title literally, he spoke four years or so | |
And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home | |
Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something | |
Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my cast and showed me | |
In a penis exhibition in a gallery on Broadway | |
So many people saw my penis in its glass case | |
They recognise my penis now before my face | |
The subject for today: does knowledge elevate or demean us? | |
Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
A baker has a penis thing for flattening the dough | |
But stick it in the oven and it rises up, like so | |
The man who chops the melons up with a long and pointed knife | |
Has a penis with a mottled skin, I know, I asked his wife | |
Very curious | |
A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same | |
Some call the hypothalamus the penis of the brain | |
One man' s sport is fly fishing, and the other' s, pocket billiards | |
Congratulations, Watson, on your almostFreudian brilliance | |
The comedian from hell always thinks he can entertain us | |
With everything we didn' t want to know about his penis | |
Like the heather of the Highlands, mine is tipped with flecks of purple | |
With a head as wise as Solomon, although shaped like a turtle | |
It wears a fleshtone rollneck and the neck goes up and down | |
It comes out in the evenings and on Friday paints the town | |
Obsessively, compulsively, it only wants one thing | |
To fill your chosen orifice with ropes of pearly string | |
Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue | |
And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done | |
In witty conversation, by drip or intravenus | |
I drop everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
Some sort of Tourettes Syndrome | |
It' s a very fine philosopher, debating right and wrong | |
Shows promise as a songwriter it writes most of my songs | |
Don' t bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie | |
Or avant garde jewellery hanging from your fly | |
Very chic! | |
Jean Luc Godard once declared, to gales of mystified laughter | |
That some men wash their hands before they touch it, others after | |
And if you slot it carefully where the sun will never shine | |
You' ll feel what' s mine becoming yours, what' s yours becoming mine | |
Well ladies and hermaphrodites, my tenderhearted readers | |
Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
There was a bohemian monk | |
Who went to bed in a bunk | |
He dreamt that Venus | |
Was stroking his penis | |
And woke up all covered in... | |
Thought for the day: does abstinence dirty us or clean us? | |
Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
It' s a tribute to the power of something otherwise mundane | |
That waving it under a stranger' s nose is said to scar his brain | |
I' m doing my bit to see the power of taboo remains intact: | |
I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat | |
I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat | |
And if I' ve bored you stiff with this riff about my penis | |
I wouldn' t let a little thing like that come between us | |
And if you can think of another song even more atrocious | |
Well supercalifragilisiticexpi ingdocious |
zuò cí : Currie | |
Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the geodesic dome | |
Once gave a lecture he entitled ' everything I know' | |
Taking the title literally, he spoke four years or so | |
And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home | |
Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something | |
Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my cast and showed me | |
In a penis exhibition in a gallery on Broadway | |
So many people saw my penis in its glass case | |
They recognise my penis now before my face | |
The subject for today: does knowledge elevate or demean us? | |
Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
A baker has a penis thing for flattening the dough | |
But stick it in the oven and it rises up, like so | |
The man who chops the melons up with a long and pointed knife | |
Has a penis with a mottled skin, I know, I asked his wife | |
Very curious | |
A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same | |
Some call the hypothalamus the penis of the brain | |
One man' s sport is fly fishing, and the other' s, pocket billiards | |
Congratulations, Watson, on your almostFreudian brilliance | |
The comedian from hell always thinks he can entertain us | |
With everything we didn' t want to know about his penis | |
Like the heather of the Highlands, mine is tipped with flecks of purple | |
With a head as wise as Solomon, although shaped like a turtle | |
It wears a fleshtone rollneck and the neck goes up and down | |
It comes out in the evenings and on Friday paints the town | |
Obsessively, compulsively, it only wants one thing | |
To fill your chosen orifice with ropes of pearly string | |
Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue | |
And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done | |
In witty conversation, by drip or intravenus | |
I drop everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
Some sort of Tourettes Syndrome | |
It' s a very fine philosopher, debating right and wrong | |
Shows promise as a songwriter it writes most of my songs | |
Don' t bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie | |
Or avant garde jewellery hanging from your fly | |
Very chic! | |
Jean Luc Godard once declared, to gales of mystified laughter | |
That some men wash their hands before they touch it, others after | |
And if you slot it carefully where the sun will never shine | |
You' ll feel what' s mine becoming yours, what' s yours becoming mine | |
Well ladies and hermaphrodites, my tenderhearted readers | |
Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
There was a bohemian monk | |
Who went to bed in a bunk | |
He dreamt that Venus | |
Was stroking his penis | |
And woke up all covered in... | |
Thought for the day: does abstinence dirty us or clean us? | |
Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis | |
It' s a tribute to the power of something otherwise mundane | |
That waving it under a stranger' s nose is said to scar his brain | |
I' m doing my bit to see the power of taboo remains intact: | |
I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat | |
I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat | |
And if I' ve bored you stiff with this riff about my penis | |
I wouldn' t let a little thing like that come between us | |
And if you can think of another song even more atrocious | |
Well supercalifragilisiticexpi ingdocious |