Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cape and Stick Gang, artist - Momus. Date of issue: 31.12.1991
Song language: English
Cape and Stick Gang |
| Word comes down on the party line |
| All the suckers on the grapevine are saying: |
| 'Look out boys, here come the Capes and Sticks!' |
| And they jitter with the funk down Bulblight Lane |
| When the phone in the phonebox rings again |
| And it’s the Cape and Stick Gang saying 'Just hang around |
| And we’ll stick it to you quick!' |
| We’re the Cape and Stick Boys |
| Whistling Lillie Langtry |
| How we laugh when we hear them sigh |
| The girls who never catch our eye |
| Wear capes and carry sticks |
| And the gang is gay |
| And the rookie’s in the alley with his home-made drag in a polythene bag |
| And the rookie say 'Uh oh, looks like I got out the wrong side of my bed today!' |
| Cos the Capes and Sticks are waiting for him |
| And they pierce his ears with a safety pin |
| And the rookie’s trying to laugh it off saying |
| 'I was thinking of doing that anyway' |
| They mount a double-decker with their Lyons Maids |
| Sit down on either side of a girl with braids |
| With too much lipstick on her too-thin lips |
| And a handbag made of lizard |
| And the Cape in front of her charms her |
| Smiles in her face and disarms her |
| And when they kiss the Stick behind her |
| Cut off her braids with a pair of folding scissors |
| Singing: |
| We’re the Cape and Stick Boys |
| Lillie is our heroine |
| We play pool all through the air raid |
| Rape machines in the game arcade |
| Wear capes and carry sticks |
| And the gang is gay |
| Well they don’t need knives for their sweet attacks |
| Just the sticks they keep down the front of their slacks |
| Big as a family heirloom, Daddy’s randy hand me-down |
| And for a couple of crowns they’ll take you to the docks |
| Whistling Lillie as they pull out their cocks |
| Drag you to the top of the gantry |
| Dangle you fifty feet above the ground, singing: |
| We’re the Cape and Stick Boys |
| Whistling Lillie Langtry |
| How we laugh when we hear them sigh |
| The girls who never catch our eye |
| Wear capes and carry sticks |
| And the gang is gay |
| And on every man’s hip there’s a thermos flask |
| If you want a sip all you’ve got to do is ask |
| Maybe it’s bromide tea or maybe ecstasy |
| They kiss the girls and make them cry |
| Then they kiss the boys, they’re real bi-guys |
| And we’ve all got to die some way, some day |
| You follow me? |