| Song | Oskar Tennis Champion |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Oskar Tennis Champion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| Uncle Oskar, an intensely idealistic tennis star | |
| Goes to see a guru at an architecture seminar | |
| It seems the radiant city will soon be ushered in | |
| Where all things will be modular and rational and clean | |
| Green space, tennis, pleasures all planned | |
| And nothing, says the man, to fear or fail to understand | |
| The world will be 'Ein Lichtspiel Schwartz-Weiss-Grau' | |
| As predicted by the experts at the Bauhaus, Dessau | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, we're sorry for your frau | |
| Now Moholy Nagy is your holy cow | |
| My uncle is inspired to start his dream home right away | |
| He steps out of the hall, but in his hurry, to his great dismay | |
| He fails to see the rake, it bangs him in the face | |
| Causing him to trip and, to his horror and disgrace | |
| A barrel of molasses hanging dangling in the sky | |
| Falls upon my uncle and it hits him in the eye | |
| It trickles down his back, my uncle's quickly stuck | |
| To the sleepers of the nearby monorail track | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, uh-oh wow | |
| Who but Le Corbusier could save you now? | |
| Next time we see our hero two experimental trains | |
| Are hurtling down the monorail towards my uncle's balls and brains | |
| Then comes a bolt of lightning, a sudden cut in power | |
| My uncle sees the whole façade of a residential tower | |
| Crashing down towards him, he doesn't worry though | |
| His survival is assured by the position of the window | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, what's up doc? | |
| Help, he goes, send Adolf Loos or the Keystone Cops! | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, it's all gone wrong | |
| Who knew you'd see Utopia but you'd be King Kong? | |
| Oskar Tennis Champion, uh-oh wow | |
| Can pompous Walter Gropius save you now? | |
| Ultra-modernism it's a drag | |
| When Jacques Tati and Buster Keaton write your gags |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| Uncle Oskar, an intensely idealistic tennis star | |
| Goes to see a guru at an architecture seminar | |
| It seems the radiant city will soon be ushered in | |
| Where all things will be modular and rational and clean | |
| Green space, tennis, pleasures all planned | |
| And nothing, says the man, to fear or fail to understand | |
| The world will be ' Ein Lichtspiel SchwartzWeissGrau' | |
| As predicted by the experts at the Bauhaus, Dessau | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, we' re sorry for your frau | |
| Now Moholy Nagy is your holy cow | |
| My uncle is inspired to start his dream home right away | |
| He steps out of the hall, but in his hurry, to his great dismay | |
| He fails to see the rake, it bangs him in the face | |
| Causing him to trip and, to his horror and disgrace | |
| A barrel of molasses hanging dangling in the sky | |
| Falls upon my uncle and it hits him in the eye | |
| It trickles down his back, my uncle' s quickly stuck | |
| To the sleepers of the nearby monorail track | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, uhoh wow | |
| Who but Le Corbusier could save you now? | |
| Next time we see our hero two experimental trains | |
| Are hurtling down the monorail towards my uncle' s balls and brains | |
| Then comes a bolt of lightning, a sudden cut in power | |
| My uncle sees the whole fa ade of a residential tower | |
| Crashing down towards him, he doesn' t worry though | |
| His survival is assured by the position of the window | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, what' s up doc? | |
| Help, he goes, send Adolf Loos or the Keystone Cops! | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, it' s all gone wrong | |
| Who knew you' d see Utopia but you' d be King Kong? | |
| Oskar Tennis Champion, uhoh wow | |
| Can pompous Walter Gropius save you now? | |
| Ultramodernism it' s a drag | |
| When Jacques Tati and Buster Keaton write your gags |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| Uncle Oskar, an intensely idealistic tennis star | |
| Goes to see a guru at an architecture seminar | |
| It seems the radiant city will soon be ushered in | |
| Where all things will be modular and rational and clean | |
| Green space, tennis, pleasures all planned | |
| And nothing, says the man, to fear or fail to understand | |
| The world will be ' Ein Lichtspiel SchwartzWeissGrau' | |
| As predicted by the experts at the Bauhaus, Dessau | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, we' re sorry for your frau | |
| Now Moholy Nagy is your holy cow | |
| My uncle is inspired to start his dream home right away | |
| He steps out of the hall, but in his hurry, to his great dismay | |
| He fails to see the rake, it bangs him in the face | |
| Causing him to trip and, to his horror and disgrace | |
| A barrel of molasses hanging dangling in the sky | |
| Falls upon my uncle and it hits him in the eye | |
| It trickles down his back, my uncle' s quickly stuck | |
| To the sleepers of the nearby monorail track | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, uhoh wow | |
| Who but Le Corbusier could save you now? | |
| Next time we see our hero two experimental trains | |
| Are hurtling down the monorail towards my uncle' s balls and brains | |
| Then comes a bolt of lightning, a sudden cut in power | |
| My uncle sees the whole fa ade of a residential tower | |
| Crashing down towards him, he doesn' t worry though | |
| His survival is assured by the position of the window | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, what' s up doc? | |
| Help, he goes, send Adolf Loos or the Keystone Cops! | |
| Oh, Oskar Tennis Champion, it' s all gone wrong | |
| Who knew you' d see Utopia but you' d be King Kong? | |
| Oskar Tennis Champion, uhoh wow | |
| Can pompous Walter Gropius save you now? | |
| Ultramodernism it' s a drag | |
| When Jacques Tati and Buster Keaton write your gags |