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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