Dialtone - Momus

Eyes clear as dialtone

Are you at home?

Are you alone?

I call on the phone

Where have you gone, are you out on the street

Dead on your feet, or harvesting wheat?

My introvert, are you out chasing skirt?

Singing fiddle me rum

Fiddle me dumb

Your lady in her antechamber

Turtledove, my quivertail

My purple head, my nightingale

My corkscrewing fool

Cuckold coxcomb, is it me who’s insane

Or is it you who’s got sex on the brain?

Always discreet, always obscene

The Viscompte de Lisle is calling me still

Your lady in her antechamber

And time is passing

And you don’t call, and my crest falls

So where are you now?

Out with some cow at some Japanese inn

Opening pork cooked in its skin

Pouring red wine like blood down a string

Singing fiddle me rum

Fiddle me dumb

Your lady in her antechamber

Eyes clear as dialtone

Here comes the queen, always discreet

Always obscene

Pushing her luck like the pig who got stuck

Don’t think she hasn’t got men queuing up

The Marquis of Rochdale’s not there for good luck

Singing fiddle me rum

Fiddle me dumb

Your lady in her antechamber