Taking Tiger Mountain

Well i rang up pantucci spoke to lucia
Gave them all they needed to know
If affairs are proceeding as we're expecting
Soon enough the weak spots will show
I assume you understand that we have options on your time
And will ditch you in the harbour if we must
But if it all works out nicely, you'll get the bonus you deserve
From doctors we trust.


The fat lady of limbourgh
Looked at the samples that we sent
And furrowed her brow
You would never believe that
She'd tasted royalty and fame
If you saw her now
But her sense of taste is such that she'll distinguish with her tongue
The subtleties a spectrograph would miss
And announce her decision while demanding her reward
A jelly fish kiss.


Now we checked out this duck quack
Who laid a big egg oh so black it shone just like gold.
And the kids from the city finding it pretty
Took it home and there it was sold
It was changing hands for weeks
Till someone left it by their fire
And it melted to a puddle on the floor
For it was only a candle a roman scandal
Oh oh and now it's a pool.


That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for
That's what we're paid for here.

Monica sighed
Rolled on her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered


She was moved by his wheels
She was just up from wales
He was fuelled by her coals and he was coming to catch her


Lose the sense of time
Nail down the blinds
And in the succulent dark there's a sense of ending


Joking aside
The mechanical bride
Has fallen prey to the great pretender.


Let me just point out discreetly
Though you never learn
All those tawdry late night weepies
I could make you weep more cheaply


As the empty moon enamels
Monica with spoons and candles
Bangs around without the light on
Furniture to get it right on


Settled in a homely fishpool
Hung with little eels
Often thinks that travel widens
'stay at home, the trout obliges'


Monica sighed
Rolled on to her side
She was so impressed that she just surrendered.

We are the 801
We are the central shaft


And we are here to let you take advantage
Of our lack of craft
Certain streets have certain corners
Sooner or later we'll turn your.


We are the 801
We are the central shaft


And thus throughout two years we've crossed the ocean
In our little craft (row, row, row)
Now we're on the telephone
Making final arrangements (ding, ding)


We are the 801
We are the central shaft


Looking for a certain ratio
Someone must have left it underneath the carpet
Looking up and down the radio
Oh, oh, nothing there this time
Looking for a certain ratio
Someone said they saw it parking in a car lot
Looking up and down the radio
Oh, oh, nothing there this time
Going back down to the rodeo
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, here we go!


We are the table the captain's table let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
We are the losers we are the cruisers let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
We are the diners the final diners let's get it understood
Let's get it understood
Most of us are tinkers, some of us tailors
And we've got candlesticks and lots of cocktail sticks
We saw the lovers the modern lovers and they looked very good
They looked as if they could
We are the neighbours the nosy neighbours we think just like you would
We think just like you should.

I can think of nowhere
I would rather be
Reading morning papers
Drinking morning tea.


She clutches the tray
And then we talk just like a kitchen sink play
Nothing ventured nothing gained
Living so close to danger
Even your friends are strangers
Don't count upon their company.


Places for the fingers
Places for the nails
Hidden in the kitchen
Right behind the scales.


What do i care
I'm wasting fingers like i have them to spare
Plugging holes in the zuider zee
Punishing paul for peter
Don't ever trust those meters
What you believe is what you see.


In my town, there is a raincoat under a tree
In the sky there is a cloud containing the sea
In the sea there is a whale without any eyes
In the whale is a man without his raincoat.


In another country
With another name
Maybe things are different
Maybe they're the same.


Back on the train
The seven soldiers read the papers again
But the news it doesn't change
Swinging about through the creepers
Parachutes caught on steeples
Heroes are born
But heroes die.


Just a few days
A little practice and some holiday pay
We're all sure
You'll make the grade
Mother of god if you care
We're on a train to nowhere
Please put a cross upon our eyes
Take me i'm nearly ready you can take me
To the raincoat in the sky
Take me my little pastry mother take me
There's a pie shop in the sky.

In the haze of the morning, china sits on eternity
And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities
On the horizon the curtains are closing


Down in the orchard the aunties and uncles play their games
(like it seems they always have done)
In the blue distance the vertical offices bear their names
(like it seems they always have done)
Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up


These poor girls are such fun they know what god gave them fingers for
(to make percussion over solos)


China my china, i've wandered around and you're still here
(which i guess you should be proud of)
Your walls have enclosed you, have kept you at home for thousands of years
(but there's something i should tell you)
All the young boys are dressing like sailors


I remember a man who jumped out from a window over the bay
(there was hardly a raised eyebrow)
The coroner told me 'this kind of thing happens every day'
You see, from a pagoda, the world is so tidy.