| Song | More Shopping (feat. Momus) |
| Artist | Bran Van 3000 |
| Album | Discosis |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |
| 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 chocabloc 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 |
| 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 chocabloc 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 |