Bran Van 3000 - More Shopping Lyrics
Momus :Moloch passed the message to the behemothWhose master passed it on to zebedeeIt was sent by internet, by obscure protocolsTo its recipient, the delicious miss geeMiss gee :It was early afternoon when your message cameI was slumped under the table, slightly coldI didnt have a single stitch of clothing onI was trembling but my trembling was controlledI really cant recall who I was meant to be that dayIm an actress, I play so many rolesBut the script required miss geeThats who I was meant to beAnd I was just about to pick out her clothesMomus :When a crumpled paper ballHit the floor beside youIt made no sense at allIt said:Both :Bandy biwa krishnamurtiPilgrim snorkel meatIpsum lorem dolor sit ametUnix at the portalBody type by letrasetHere at the epoch let us forgetMomus :Grip my head and feel my painImagine Im the king of spainImagine Im a weapon in your sheathEast is east and west is westNew york city to dunsinaneMiss gee :Polly peachum creaming her mcheathMomus :In the sturgeon caviarIn the virgin mr mcphersonIn the rain the cloudAnd in the cloud the rainGreen tea ice cream, wind dried duckDid you ever meet a person hot toMomus :Forget it! shower in my showerIll soap you back and frontTake me by the hand and lead it to yourMiss gee :Country cousins, kissing by the bridgeA babbling brook and a choc-a-bloc fridgeMy favourite restaurant is yo belowSo when we go, slip under the table and begin toMomus :Blow me down, gyoza, my favourite snackDip it in the soy sauce, slip it up yourMiss gee :Crack goes the whip boys, crack kiss crackMiss gee has a whip and shell stick it in yourMomus :Ask no questions, Ill tell you no liesIt isnt exclusively all about sizeBut did you ever see a rock star doing up hisMiss gee :Flies are a nuisance, bees are worseIf you owe a girl money, put it in herMomus :Purse my lips, touch me there with a featherBetter take an umbrella, what terrible weatherMiss gee :Or we might get wetAnd we wouldnt want thatWould weMomus :By many names Ive been knownGil martin, also don van vlietGiovanni, mantovani, barry manilowI could go onMiss gee :Please doMomus :Super lovers jesus christComing once and coming twiceIn a paper cupIn my hammock samovarIm a caballero erojijiGaugin eating out tahitiNear as damn it, no cigarVery kimochi
