Chapterhouse Lady Godiva S Operation Lyrics
Lady Godiva's Operation by Chapterhouse
Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely
Pats the head of another curly-haired boy
Just another toy
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely
Saying words that have oh so clearly been said
So long ago
Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder
Life has made her that much bolder now
That she found out how
Dressed in silk, satin, lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare
Pretty passing care
Hair today now dripped in the water
Making love to every poor daughter's son
Isn't it fun?
Now today, propping grace with envy
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
And hasn't a care
"Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks sweetly
Turning on the machines that neatly pump air
The body lies bare
Shaved and hairless, what once was screaming
Now lies silent and almost sleeping
The brain must have got away
Strapped securely to the white table
Ether causes the body to wither and writhe
Underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with a knife and baggage
Sees the throat, of oh so much cabbage
That must now be cut away
Now comes the moment of great decision
Doctor's making his first incision
One goes here
One goes there
"The ether's leaking," says someone who's sloppy
The patient, it seems, is not so well sleeping
Screams echo up the hall
Don't panic, someone give him pentathol instantly
Doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain
By nine out of ten
The head won't move
Pats the head of another curly-haired boy
Just another toy
Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely
Saying words that have oh so clearly been said
So long ago
Draperies wrapped gently 'round her shoulder
Life has made her that much bolder now
That she found out how
Dressed in silk, satin, lace and envy
Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare
Pretty passing care
Hair today now dripped in the water
Making love to every poor daughter's son
Isn't it fun?
Now today, propping grace with envy
Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone's there
And hasn't a care
"Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks sweetly
Turning on the machines that neatly pump air
The body lies bare
Shaved and hairless, what once was screaming
Now lies silent and almost sleeping
The brain must have got away
Strapped securely to the white table
Ether causes the body to wither and writhe
Underneath the white light
Doctor arrives with a knife and baggage
Sees the throat, of oh so much cabbage
That must now be cut away
Now comes the moment of great decision
Doctor's making his first incision
One goes here
One goes there
"The ether's leaking," says someone who's sloppy
The patient, it seems, is not so well sleeping
Screams echo up the hall
Don't panic, someone give him pentathol instantly
Doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain
By nine out of ten
The head won't move