Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song More Shopping, artist - Bran Van 3000.
Date of issue: 17.06.2010
Song language: English
More Shopping |
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 my 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 cloud the rain |
And in the rain the cloud |
Silver beetle snuffa la (?) kettlefish to toffeecup |
Open please your body up to my man of war |
(Momus) |
Midi-language traffic jam cunnilingus kiss-a-gram |
Isn’t this what messages are for |
(Miss Gee) |
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 |
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) |
It was early afternoon |
When your message arrived |