| Song | Lady Fancy Knickers |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Otto Spooky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Currie | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya! | |
| Dressed in your post-office skirt | |
| Ditch the lifeswitch grandpa | |
| Gee up, ya ya! | |
| And his long, long evenings at the carpet warehouse | |
| I wish that I could say to you | |
| The things I've got to say to you | |
| Instead I find my head is filled for hours | |
| With wooden sweets and sellotape | |
| With Scotch tape and electric tape | |
| And insulating tape made out of flowers | |
| I want a new theory of everything | |
| A tub of custard, a manky carpet and a piece of string | |
| Junior Soleil's code of honour | |
| Self-portrait of Luther being played by the devil as a pair of bagpipes | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya | |
| Spooky foxgloves at the pink pine igloo | |
| The etiquette of public | |
| Information display | |
| New games prefigure new societies | |
| I wish I could I could be liege to you | |
| Instead of laying siege to you | |
| You know that you're outnumbered, on the run | |
| In the locker at the train station | |
| I read your letter ending | |
| 'If you love me, love me totally for fun' | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya | |
| Claytones on Sun Mountain ring for you | |
| A culture critic with a pot of glue | |
| Make a cup of tea | |
| Listen to the three | |
| Left-handed mongol horsemen on the radio | |
| The first day of the siege we dressed the men in white | |
| The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night | |
| If you resist the third the city's going to fall | |
| Black is what we'll wear when we come to kill you all | |
| The first day of the siege we dressed the men in white | |
| The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night | |
| If you resist the third the city's going to fall | |
| Black is what we'll wear when we come to kill you all | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya |
| zuo ci : Currie | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya! | |
| Dressed in your postoffice skirt | |
| Ditch the lifeswitch grandpa | |
| Gee up, ya ya! | |
| And his long, long evenings at the carpet warehouse | |
| I wish that I could say to you | |
| The things I' ve got to say to you | |
| Instead I find my head is filled for hours | |
| With wooden sweets and sellotape | |
| With Scotch tape and electric tape | |
| And insulating tape made out of flowers | |
| I want a new theory of everything | |
| A tub of custard, a manky carpet and a piece of string | |
| Junior Soleil' s code of honour | |
| Selfportrait of Luther being played by the devil as a pair of bagpipes | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya | |
| Spooky foxgloves at the pink pine igloo | |
| The etiquette of public | |
| Information display | |
| New games prefigure new societies | |
| I wish I could I could be liege to you | |
| Instead of laying siege to you | |
| You know that you' re outnumbered, on the run | |
| In the locker at the train station | |
| I read your letter ending | |
| ' If you love me, love me totally for fun' | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya | |
| Claytones on Sun Mountain ring for you | |
| A culture critic with a pot of glue | |
| Make a cup of tea | |
| Listen to the three | |
| Lefthanded mongol horsemen on the radio | |
| The first day of the siege we dressed the men in white | |
| The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night | |
| If you resist the third the city' s going to fall | |
| Black is what we' ll wear when we come to kill you all | |
| The first day of the siege we dressed the men in white | |
| The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night | |
| If you resist the third the city' s going to fall | |
| Black is what we' ll wear when we come to kill you all | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya |
| zuò cí : Currie | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya! | |
| Dressed in your postoffice skirt | |
| Ditch the lifeswitch grandpa | |
| Gee up, ya ya! | |
| And his long, long evenings at the carpet warehouse | |
| I wish that I could say to you | |
| The things I' ve got to say to you | |
| Instead I find my head is filled for hours | |
| With wooden sweets and sellotape | |
| With Scotch tape and electric tape | |
| And insulating tape made out of flowers | |
| I want a new theory of everything | |
| A tub of custard, a manky carpet and a piece of string | |
| Junior Soleil' s code of honour | |
| Selfportrait of Luther being played by the devil as a pair of bagpipes | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya | |
| Spooky foxgloves at the pink pine igloo | |
| The etiquette of public | |
| Information display | |
| New games prefigure new societies | |
| I wish I could I could be liege to you | |
| Instead of laying siege to you | |
| You know that you' re outnumbered, on the run | |
| In the locker at the train station | |
| I read your letter ending | |
| ' If you love me, love me totally for fun' | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya | |
| Claytones on Sun Mountain ring for you | |
| A culture critic with a pot of glue | |
| Make a cup of tea | |
| Listen to the three | |
| Lefthanded mongol horsemen on the radio | |
| The first day of the siege we dressed the men in white | |
| The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night | |
| If you resist the third the city' s going to fall | |
| Black is what we' ll wear when we come to kill you all | |
| The first day of the siege we dressed the men in white | |
| The second day we made scarlet costumes in the night | |
| If you resist the third the city' s going to fall | |
| Black is what we' ll wear when we come to kill you all | |
| Lady Fancy Knickers | |
| Gee up, ya ya |