The Penis Song Lyrics

Song	The Penis Song
Artist	Momus
Album	Folktronic
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	作词 : Currie
	Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the geodesic dome
	Once gave a lecture he entitled 'everything I know'
	Taking the title literally, he spoke four years or so
	And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home
	(Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something)
	Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my cast and showed me
	In a penis exhibition in a gallery on Broadway
	So many people saw my penis in its glass case
	They recognise my penis now before my face
	The subject for today: does knowledge elevate or demean us?
	Everything you didn't want to know about my penis
	A baker has a penis thing for flattening the dough
	But stick it in the oven and it rises up, like so
	The man who chops the melons up with a long and pointed knife
	Has a penis with a mottled skin, I know, I asked his wife
	(Very curious)
	A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same
	Some call the hypothalamus the penis of the brain
	One man's sport is fly fishing, and the other's, pocket billiards
	Congratulations, Watson, on your almost-Freudian brilliance
	The comedian from hell always thinks he can entertain us
	With everything we didn't want to know about his penis
	Like the heather of the Highlands, mine is tipped with flecks of purple
	With a head as wise as Solomon, although shaped like a turtle
	It wears a flesh-tone roll-neck and the neck goes up and down
	It comes out in the evenings and on Friday paints the town
	Obsessively, compulsively, it only wants one thing
	To fill your chosen orifice with ropes of pearly string
	Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue
	And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done
	In witty conversation, by drip or intravenus
	I drop everything you didn't want to know about my penis
	(Some sort of Tourettes Syndrome)
	It's a very fine philosopher, debating right and wrong
	Shows promise as a songwriter (it writes most of my songs)
	Don't bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie
	Or avant garde jewellery hanging from your fly
	(Very chic!)
	Jean Luc Godard once declared, to gales of mystified laughter
	That some men wash their hands before they touch it, others after
	And if you slot it carefully where the sun will never shine
	You'll feel what's mine becoming yours, what's yours becoming mine
	Well ladies and hermaphrodites, my tender-hearted readers
	Everything you didn't want to know about my penis
	There was a bohemian monk
	Who went to bed in a bunk
	He dreamt that Venus
	Was stroking his penis
	And woke up all covered in...
	Thought for the day: does abstinence dirty us or clean us?
	Everything you didn't want to know about my penis
	It's a tribute to the power of something otherwise mundane
	That waving it under a stranger's nose is said to scar his brain
	I'm doing my bit to see the power of taboo remains intact:
	I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat
	(I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat)
	And if I've bored you stiff with this riff about my penis
	I wouldn't let a little thing like that come between us
	And if you can think of another song even more atrocious
	Well supercalifragilisiticexpi****ingdocious

	zuo ci : Currie
	Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the geodesic dome
	Once gave a lecture he entitled ' everything I know'
	Taking the title literally, he spoke four years or so
	And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home
	Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something
	Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my cast and showed me
	In a penis exhibition in a gallery on Broadway
	So many people saw my penis in its glass case
	They recognise my penis now before my face
	The subject for today: does knowledge elevate or demean us?
	Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	A baker has a penis thing for flattening the dough
	But stick it in the oven and it rises up, like so
	The man who chops the melons up with a long and pointed knife
	Has a penis with a mottled skin, I know, I asked his wife
	Very curious
	A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same
	Some call the hypothalamus the penis of the brain
	One man' s sport is fly fishing, and the other' s, pocket billiards
	Congratulations, Watson, on your almostFreudian brilliance
	The comedian from hell always thinks he can entertain us
	With everything we didn' t want to know about his penis
	Like the heather of the Highlands, mine is tipped with flecks of purple
	With a head as wise as Solomon, although shaped like a turtle
	It wears a fleshtone rollneck and the neck goes up and down
	It comes out in the evenings and on Friday paints the town
	Obsessively, compulsively, it only wants one thing
	To fill your chosen orifice with ropes of pearly string
	Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue
	And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done
	In witty conversation, by drip or intravenus
	I drop everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	Some sort of Tourettes Syndrome
	It' s a very fine philosopher, debating right and wrong
	Shows promise as a songwriter it writes most of my songs
	Don' t bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie
	Or avant garde jewellery hanging from your fly
	Very chic!
	Jean Luc Godard once declared, to gales of mystified laughter
	That some men wash their hands before they touch it, others after
	And if you slot it carefully where the sun will never shine
	You' ll feel what' s mine becoming yours, what' s yours becoming mine
	Well ladies and hermaphrodites, my tenderhearted readers
	Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	There was a bohemian monk
	Who went to bed in a bunk
	He dreamt that Venus
	Was stroking his penis
	And woke up all covered in...
	Thought for the day: does abstinence dirty us or clean us?
	Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	It' s a tribute to the power of something otherwise mundane
	That waving it under a stranger' s nose is said to scar his brain
	I' m doing my bit to see the power of taboo remains intact:
	I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat
	I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat
	And if I' ve bored you stiff with this riff about my penis
	I wouldn' t let a little thing like that come between us
	And if you can think of another song even more atrocious
	Well supercalifragilisiticexpi ingdocious

	zuò cí : Currie
	Buckminster Fuller, inventor of the geodesic dome
	Once gave a lecture he entitled ' everything I know'
	Taking the title literally, he spoke four years or so
	And I intend to do the same, so make yourself at home
	Pull up a chair, smoke a cigar or something
	Cynthia Plaster Caster once took my cast and showed me
	In a penis exhibition in a gallery on Broadway
	So many people saw my penis in its glass case
	They recognise my penis now before my face
	The subject for today: does knowledge elevate or demean us?
	Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	A baker has a penis thing for flattening the dough
	But stick it in the oven and it rises up, like so
	The man who chops the melons up with a long and pointed knife
	Has a penis with a mottled skin, I know, I asked his wife
	Very curious
	A priest beneath his cassock has a penis just the same
	Some call the hypothalamus the penis of the brain
	One man' s sport is fly fishing, and the other' s, pocket billiards
	Congratulations, Watson, on your almostFreudian brilliance
	The comedian from hell always thinks he can entertain us
	With everything we didn' t want to know about his penis
	Like the heather of the Highlands, mine is tipped with flecks of purple
	With a head as wise as Solomon, although shaped like a turtle
	It wears a fleshtone rollneck and the neck goes up and down
	It comes out in the evenings and on Friday paints the town
	Obsessively, compulsively, it only wants one thing
	To fill your chosen orifice with ropes of pearly string
	Delivering its message to your womb or to your tongue
	And then going slack and flaccid when its pressing work is done
	In witty conversation, by drip or intravenus
	I drop everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	Some sort of Tourettes Syndrome
	It' s a very fine philosopher, debating right and wrong
	Shows promise as a songwriter it writes most of my songs
	Don' t bury it in boxer shorts but wear it like a tie
	Or avant garde jewellery hanging from your fly
	Very chic!
	Jean Luc Godard once declared, to gales of mystified laughter
	That some men wash their hands before they touch it, others after
	And if you slot it carefully where the sun will never shine
	You' ll feel what' s mine becoming yours, what' s yours becoming mine
	Well ladies and hermaphrodites, my tenderhearted readers
	Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	There was a bohemian monk
	Who went to bed in a bunk
	He dreamt that Venus
	Was stroking his penis
	And woke up all covered in...
	Thought for the day: does abstinence dirty us or clean us?
	Everything you didn' t want to know about my penis
	It' s a tribute to the power of something otherwise mundane
	That waving it under a stranger' s nose is said to scar his brain
	I' m doing my bit to see the power of taboo remains intact:
	I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat
	I keep a penis on my head but never lift my hat
	And if I' ve bored you stiff with this riff about my penis
	I wouldn' t let a little thing like that come between us
	And if you can think of another song even more atrocious
	Well supercalifragilisiticexpi ingdocious

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