Momus
Moloch passed the message to the Behemoth,
whose master passed it on to Zebedee.
It was sent by Internet, by obscure protocols
to its recipient, the delicious Miss Gee
Miss Gee
It was early afternoon when your message came.
I was slumped under the table, slightly cold.
I didn't have a single stitch of clothing on.
I was trembling but my trembling was controlled.
I really can't recall who I was meant to be that day,
I'm an actress, I play so many roles,
but the script required Miss Gee
that's who I was meant to be
and I was just about to pick out her clothes.
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When my crumpled paper ball
hit the floor beside you
it made no sense at all.
It said:
Both
Bandy biwa? krishnamurti,
pilgrim snorkel meat.
Ipsum lorem dolor sit amet.
Unix at the portal?.
Body type by Letraset?.
Here at the Epoch, let us forget!
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Grip my head and feel my pain!
Imagine I'm the king of Spain!
Imagine I'm a weapon in your sheath.
East is East and West is West.
New York City to Dunsinane.
Miss Gee
Polly Peachum creaming her McHeath.
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In the sturgeon caviar,
[in the virgin Mr McPherson.]?
In the cloud the rain,
Miss Gee
and in the rain the cloud.
Momus
Silver beetles snuffle up
cuttlefish to toffee cup.
Open, please, your body up
to my man-of-war.
MIDI language traffic jam,
cunnilingus kiss-o-gram?,
isn't this what messages are for?
Miss Gee
Kissing by the bridge,
a babbling brook and a choc-a-bloc fridge.
My favourite restaurant, Yo! Below,
when we go, slip under the table and begin to...
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blow me down, gyoza?, my favourite snack.
Dip it in the soy sauce, slip it up your
crack goes the whip boys, crack kiss crack!
Miss Gee has a whip and she'll stick it up your
Miss Gee crossfaded with James
Ask no questions, I'll tell you no lies.
It isn't exclusively all about size.
Did you ever see a rock star doing up his
flies are a nuisance, bees are worse,
Momus
...if you owe a girl money, put it in her
Momus and Miss Gee and James
purse my lips, touch me there with a feather.
Better take an umbrella, what a terrible weather,
Momus and James
or we might get wet
and we wouldn't want that,
would we?
Eek-a-Mouse
Ben don den, sen don den, sen don den thega don den.
Ben don den, sen don den, sen don den thega thega don den.
Momus
By many names, I've been known:
[Gil Martin]?, also [Don Van Vliet]?,
Giovanni?, Mantovani?, Barry Manilow...
I could go on.
Miss Gee
Please, do.
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It was early afternoon when your message arrived.
This is the altered text from the album version. Some things were added and some removed - for example »country cousins« seems to've been faded out. I haven't seen this on the net so I figured I might as well transcribe it, and annotate it since I've always wanted to do that.
The other version of these lyrics are available all over the web, does anyone know if there's a version of the song available that correspond to those lyrics?