When I Stand On An Open Cart Lyrics & Chords By Ivor Cutler

Lydia, oh! Lydia, say have you met Lydia Oh! Lydia, the tattooed lady She has eyes that folks adore so And a torso even more so Lydia, oh! Lydia, that "Encyclopedia" Oh!...read more

Fat and docile, big and dumb They look so stupid, they aren't much fun Cows aren't fun They eat to grow, they grow to die They die to be eat at the hamburger fry Cows...read more

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner Breathing in your dust I wanna be your Ford Cortina I will never rust If you like your coffee hot Let me be your coffee pot You call the shots I...read more

This song here is by far the sexiest of all the songs that I've done tonight. I am telling you that as a warning. All those who have a low threshold of sex, you had better leave...read more

(Introduction, spoken:) Time was when an American about to go abroad would be warned by his friends or the guidebooks not to drink the water. But times have changed, and now a...read more