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
Momus :
When a 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
Momus :
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
Momus :
In the sturgeon caviar
In the virgin Mr McPherson
In the rain the cloud
And in the cloud the rain
Green tea ice cream, wind dried duck
Did you ever meet a person hot to
Momus :
Forget it! Shower in my shower
I'll soap you back and front
Take me by the hand and lead it to your
Miss Gee :
Country cousins, kissing by the bridge
A babbling brook and a choc-a-bloc fridge
My favourite restaurant is Yo Below
So when we go, slip under the table and begin to
Momus :
Blow me down, gyoza, my favourite snack
Dip it in the soy sauce, slip it up your
Miss Gee :
Crack goes the whip boys, crack kiss crack
Miss Gee has a whip and she'll stick it in your
Momus :
Ask no questions, I'll tell you no lies
It isn't exclusively all about size
But did you ever see a rock star doing up his
Miss Gee :
Flies are a nuisance, bees are worse
If you owe a girl money, put it in her
Momus :
Purse my lips, touch me there with a feather
Better take an umbrella, what terrible weather
Miss Gee :
Or we might get wet
And we wouldn't want that
Would we
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
Momus :
Super lovers Jesus Christ
Coming once and coming twice
In a paper cup
In my hammock samovar
I'm a caballero erojiji
Gaugin eating out Tahiti
Near as damn it, no cigar
Very kimochi