Lyrics
The hallway
From outside
An ordinary house
A great house
True — four hundred and eighty
Three rooms
Each one with its own marble wash basin and douche
Bidet as it may
But inside
And the positions are reversed
A human failing
Some say a disease
But a disease that Sir Francis Dashwood knew
And knew it well
Upstairs
Inside and a revelation
It's a discotheque
No, no, uh
There
Are paintings
Real
And look here — a rare seventeenth century masterpiece
And if I can scrape a little of it off
Beneath I can find hidden a fourteenth
Century underpiece
Made entirely of tiny pieces of eggshells
This lurid work has caused
Controversy in the world of embroidery and anthropologicky
No, I'll say it
Again, anthropolology
Umm
No quite possibly make an anthropol, no, uh
I mean an apolog.ph
It has enthralled distinguished professors
And in layman's language is blinking well baffling
But to be more obtusely, buggered if I know
"Yes
buggered if I know
And that's all we've gleaned so far from experts in fourteenth century
Painting
Renaissance
Greengrocers, and recently revived members of the public
Buggered if I know
Vivian Stanshall, about three o'clock in the morning
Oxfordshire, 1973
Goodnight
Writer(s): Mike Oldfield, David Harvey Wingo, Amman Abbasi
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