Song | Noah's Toilet |
Artist | Coldcut |
Album | Let Us Play |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Black, More, Pepperell, Saliva | |
Oh yes! Let's! | |
Yes, let's! | |
let's go to that new place | |
with a name a bit like... uh, that place | |
where the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal cocktails all | |
chemically mace | |
we'll be rubbing shoulders with the stars in, uh... outer space | |
There will be seven foot women there | |
five o'clock shadow, rammed into ladies underwear | |
and the animals go in, | |
two by two, | |
into the circus, into the zoo... into the loo | |
And hog boars snuffle | |
with curly pig tails, | |
guest lists cysts leaving trails like snails, | |
there will be the pierced, | |
and the piercing screaming studs | |
fiercer than Elvis, | |
pure phets, no duds | |
Fake diamonds, holographic | |
cheekier than Jesus, but uh, pornographic | |
Oh do, yes! | |
Oh do, yes! Let's! | |
let's go to the new place! | |
And user friendly all are we, | |
and the tired tried | |
and what do you do? | |
I'm God, you lied | |
and the animals go in two by two | |
the warthog, the snuffleupacus and the anteater | |
all drinking 5 pound beers by the litre | |
It's all right, she says | |
you don't have to pay, 'cause | |
(he's a member) he's a member | |
Wearing nothing but a peanut in the middle of December | |
suddenly, I'm on top form and terribly bright | |
glitter, tinsel, sparkle me baby, uh, every... night | |
I'm an extraordinarily curious creature and I know it | |
how bohemian! Shush for the poet | |
nah f**k that! Let's go to the loo, like animals, two by two | |
and what was it you said you do? | |
Is there any way I can network with you? | |
And you tell me about a movie you're making, hopefully making, | |
hopefully making, starring Uma Thurman, hopefully making, | |
hopefully. | |
And you talk for too long | |
and then you say "I love this song" | |
must shake a leg on the dance floor | |
with that fashion type wild boar | |
and she needs an apple shoved into her fat gob | |
oh look! It's that junky lead singer, I hear he's a nob! | |
No, I know him actually and he's alright, going solo | |
and he's good for a line any night. | |
Oh! Come on, let's go to the place with a name like that place | |
and come on, give me more, give me more to consume! | |
I'm fatter than Elvis and I'm cheekier than Jesus in this VIP room | |
with the super models, the rock stars and the... super fly | |
and then she said, morbidly, | |
"now would be a good place to die." | |
Out of my face, in the place with the name like that place | |
on the front page tomorrow, my face | |
headline reading "mystery death in new place" | |
For she was best top lover girlfriend of that singer with the chart topping hits | |
that actress, that director and that model with the | |
fabulous | |
tits | |
and then everyone will really want to go to that place, 'cause it's got a name... uh, like that place | |
where you get so out of your face (face, face, face!) | |
and then everyone will want to go to that place. | |
You're in a place with a name like that place, |
zuo ci : Black, More, Pepperell, Saliva | |
Oh yes! Let' s! | |
Yes, let' s! | |
let' s go to that new place | |
with a name a bit like... uh, that place | |
where the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal cocktails all | |
chemically mace | |
we' ll be rubbing shoulders with the stars in, uh... outer space | |
There will be seven foot women there | |
five o' clock shadow, rammed into ladies underwear | |
and the animals go in, | |
two by two, | |
into the circus, into the zoo... into the loo | |
And hog boars snuffle | |
with curly pig tails, | |
guest lists cysts leaving trails like snails, | |
there will be the pierced, | |
and the piercing screaming studs | |
fiercer than Elvis, | |
pure phets, no duds | |
Fake diamonds, holographic | |
cheekier than Jesus, but uh, pornographic | |
Oh do, yes! | |
Oh do, yes! Let' s! | |
let' s go to the new place! | |
And user friendly all are we, | |
and the tired tried | |
and what do you do? | |
I' m God, you lied | |
and the animals go in two by two | |
the warthog, the snuffleupacus and the anteater | |
all drinking 5 pound beers by the litre | |
It' s all right, she says | |
you don' t have to pay, ' cause | |
he' s a member he' s a member | |
Wearing nothing but a peanut in the middle of December | |
suddenly, I' m on top form and terribly bright | |
glitter, tinsel, sparkle me baby, uh, every... night | |
I' m an extraordinarily curious creature and I know it | |
how bohemian! Shush for the poet | |
nah f k that! Let' s go to the loo, like animals, two by two | |
and what was it you said you do? | |
Is there any way I can network with you? | |
And you tell me about a movie you' re making, hopefully making, | |
hopefully making, starring Uma Thurman, hopefully making, | |
hopefully. | |
And you talk for too long | |
and then you say " I love this song" | |
must shake a leg on the dance floor | |
with that fashion type wild boar | |
and she needs an apple shoved into her fat gob | |
oh look! It' s that junky lead singer, I hear he' s a nob! | |
No, I know him actually and he' s alright, going solo | |
and he' s good for a line any night. | |
Oh! Come on, let' s go to the place with a name like that place | |
and come on, give me more, give me more to consume! | |
I' m fatter than Elvis and I' m cheekier than Jesus in this VIP room | |
with the super models, the rock stars and the... super fly | |
and then she said, morbidly, | |
" now would be a good place to die." | |
Out of my face, in the place with the name like that place | |
on the front page tomorrow, my face | |
headline reading " mystery death in new place" | |
For she was best top lover girlfriend of that singer with the chart topping hits | |
that actress, that director and that model with the | |
fabulous | |
tits | |
and then everyone will really want to go to that place, ' cause it' s got a name... uh, like that place | |
where you get so out of your face face, face, face! | |
and then everyone will want to go to that place. | |
You' re in a place with a name like that place, |
zuò cí : Black, More, Pepperell, Saliva | |
Oh yes! Let' s! | |
Yes, let' s! | |
let' s go to that new place | |
with a name a bit like... uh, that place | |
where the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal cocktails all | |
chemically mace | |
we' ll be rubbing shoulders with the stars in, uh... outer space | |
There will be seven foot women there | |
five o' clock shadow, rammed into ladies underwear | |
and the animals go in, | |
two by two, | |
into the circus, into the zoo... into the loo | |
And hog boars snuffle | |
with curly pig tails, | |
guest lists cysts leaving trails like snails, | |
there will be the pierced, | |
and the piercing screaming studs | |
fiercer than Elvis, | |
pure phets, no duds | |
Fake diamonds, holographic | |
cheekier than Jesus, but uh, pornographic | |
Oh do, yes! | |
Oh do, yes! Let' s! | |
let' s go to the new place! | |
And user friendly all are we, | |
and the tired tried | |
and what do you do? | |
I' m God, you lied | |
and the animals go in two by two | |
the warthog, the snuffleupacus and the anteater | |
all drinking 5 pound beers by the litre | |
It' s all right, she says | |
you don' t have to pay, ' cause | |
he' s a member he' s a member | |
Wearing nothing but a peanut in the middle of December | |
suddenly, I' m on top form and terribly bright | |
glitter, tinsel, sparkle me baby, uh, every... night | |
I' m an extraordinarily curious creature and I know it | |
how bohemian! Shush for the poet | |
nah f k that! Let' s go to the loo, like animals, two by two | |
and what was it you said you do? | |
Is there any way I can network with you? | |
And you tell me about a movie you' re making, hopefully making, | |
hopefully making, starring Uma Thurman, hopefully making, | |
hopefully. | |
And you talk for too long | |
and then you say " I love this song" | |
must shake a leg on the dance floor | |
with that fashion type wild boar | |
and she needs an apple shoved into her fat gob | |
oh look! It' s that junky lead singer, I hear he' s a nob! | |
No, I know him actually and he' s alright, going solo | |
and he' s good for a line any night. | |
Oh! Come on, let' s go to the place with a name like that place | |
and come on, give me more, give me more to consume! | |
I' m fatter than Elvis and I' m cheekier than Jesus in this VIP room | |
with the super models, the rock stars and the... super fly | |
and then she said, morbidly, | |
" now would be a good place to die." | |
Out of my face, in the place with the name like that place | |
on the front page tomorrow, my face | |
headline reading " mystery death in new place" | |
For she was best top lover girlfriend of that singer with the chart topping hits | |
that actress, that director and that model with the | |
fabulous | |
tits | |
and then everyone will really want to go to that place, ' cause it' s got a name... uh, like that place | |
where you get so out of your face face, face, face! | |
and then everyone will want to go to that place. | |
You' re in a place with a name like that place, |