Lady Fancy Knickers

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
 Gee up, ya ya
 Claytones on Sun Mountain ring for you
 A culture critic with a pot of glue
 Make a cup of tea
 Listen to the three
 Left-handed 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
 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
 Lady Fancy Knickers
 Gee up, ya ya