Yokohama Chinatown - Momus

Cowbell goddess in the groves of Synaesthesia

Barrel at the temple of a fine young man

Accidental lovers by the dead canalside

Genetic engineering a Liberace fan

In Yokohama Chinatown

Toxic like the Body Shop

Intelligent like Benetton

Dagger in the belly of an also-ran

Piercing in the Netherlands

The Devil’s in his underpants

Watch the good consumers wash their hands

In Yokohama Chinatown

Sterilised pyjamas envelop them in cottonbuds

Make a world of cardboard, whizz and blow

Entirely engineered or just a mere co-incidence

Tell me once again where the lonely go

To Yokohama Chinatown

Cubist to the maximum

A savage young anaesthetist

The stench of fresh cordite

Selenium cell

Under the sign that says 'Kilroy was here'

It’s show and tell

Semen as a substitute for hair gel

Sermonised to pauperhood rapacious in the aftermath

Corrected to a shadow of your former self

You watch the Velvet Underground perform 'The Gift'

Sunbathed to a cinder in the Persian Gulf

While the Dow Jones plummets we are necking in the lift

Repeat after me 'I love myself'

'I love myself'

The side-effects of Benzedrine

A dose of bitter medicine

Botticelli’s Venus had long blonde hair

Surprise the former astronaut howling at the moon

On hands and knees in the peepshow booth

Catch the quiet receptionist naked in the antechamber

Leafing through a copy of The Plain Truth

Sing the phonebook loudly in a baritone voice

All the vegetarians consider me anti-choice

In Yokohama Chinatown

Little Orphan Annie has come to grief

In Yokohama Chinatown she takes a fellow’s trousers down

And gives the consolation of manual relief

Looser than a blues man contraceptive rhythm method

On his hands and knees

While the Dow Jones plummets

The stench of fresh cordite

In Yokohama Chinatown