| Song | Lady Godiva's Operation |
| Artist | The Velvet Underground |
| Album | Chronicles |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Reed | |
| Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, | |
| Pats the head of another curly-haired boy, | |
| Just another toy. | |
| Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, | |
| Saying words that have oh so clearly been said | |
| So long ago. | |
| Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder, | |
| Life has made her that much bolder now | |
| That she (has) found out how. | |
| Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, | |
| Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare, | |
| Pretty passing care. | |
| Hair today now dipped in the water, | |
| Making love to every poor daughter's son, | |
| Isn't it fun? | |
| Now today, propping grace with envy, | |
| Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there | |
| And hasn't a care. | |
| "Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY, | |
| Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR. | |
| The body lies bare. | |
| Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING, | |
| Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING. | |
| The rain must have gone away. | |
| STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE, | |
| ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE, | |
| Underneath the white light. | |
| THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE | |
| SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE | |
| That must now be cut away. | |
| NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION. | |
| THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION. | |
| One goes here, | |
| AND ONE GOES THERE. | |
| "The ether tube's leaking," says someone who's sloppy. | |
| THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING. | |
| The screams echo off the walls. | |
| Don't panic -- someone give him pentathol instantly. | |
| The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain. | |
| BY MY COUNT OF TEN. | |
| THE HEAD WON'T MOVE! |
| zuo ci : Reed | |
| Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, | |
| Pats the head of another curlyhaired boy, | |
| Just another toy. | |
| Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, | |
| Saying words that have oh so clearly been said | |
| So long ago. | |
| Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder, | |
| Life has made her that much bolder now | |
| That she has found out how. | |
| Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, | |
| Pride and joy of the latest pennyfare, | |
| Pretty passing care. | |
| Hair today now dipped in the water, | |
| Making love to every poor daughter' s son, | |
| Isn' t it fun? | |
| Now today, propping grace with envy, | |
| Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone' s there | |
| And hasn' t a care. | |
| " Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY, | |
| Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR. | |
| The body lies bare. | |
| Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING, | |
| Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING. | |
| The rain must have gone away. | |
| STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE, | |
| ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE, | |
| Underneath the white light. | |
| THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE | |
| SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE | |
| That must now be cut away. | |
| NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION. | |
| THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION. | |
| One goes here, | |
| AND ONE GOES THERE. | |
| " The ether tube' s leaking," says someone who' s sloppy. | |
| THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING. | |
| The screams echo off the walls. | |
| Don' t panic someone give him pentathol instantly. | |
| The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain. | |
| BY MY COUNT OF TEN. | |
| THE HEAD WON' T MOVE! |
| zuò cí : Reed | |
| Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely, | |
| Pats the head of another curlyhaired boy, | |
| Just another toy. | |
| Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely, | |
| Saying words that have oh so clearly been said | |
| So long ago. | |
| Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder, | |
| Life has made her that much bolder now | |
| That she has found out how. | |
| Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy, | |
| Pride and joy of the latest pennyfare, | |
| Pretty passing care. | |
| Hair today now dipped in the water, | |
| Making love to every poor daughter' s son, | |
| Isn' t it fun? | |
| Now today, propping grace with envy, | |
| Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone' s there | |
| And hasn' t a care. | |
| " Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY, | |
| Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR. | |
| The body lies bare. | |
| Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING, | |
| Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING. | |
| The rain must have gone away. | |
| STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE, | |
| ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE, | |
| Underneath the white light. | |
| THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE | |
| SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE | |
| That must now be cut away. | |
| NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION. | |
| THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION. | |
| One goes here, | |
| AND ONE GOES THERE. | |
| " The ether tube' s leaking," says someone who' s sloppy. | |
| THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING. | |
| The screams echo off the walls. | |
| Don' t panic someone give him pentathol instantly. | |
| The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain. | |
| BY MY COUNT OF TEN. | |
| THE HEAD WON' T MOVE! |