Track : Appointing in Mongolian House
Artist : 女子十二乐坊
Album : Freedom
Appointing in Mongolian House by 女子十二乐坊 from album Freedom
Duration : 3 minutes & 0 seconds.
Listener : 9 peoples.
Played : 20 times and counting.
A musical in three acts by XTC
Cast of characters
Graham, a teenager
Mother, a busy housewife
Father, a conservative husband
Policeman, a young constable
A kitchen in Suburbia
One bright Saturday morning
The insect-headed worker-wife
Will hang her was pies on the line
Her husband burns his paper
Sucks his pipe while studying
Their cushion-floor
His viscous poly-paste breath comes out
Their wall-paper world is shattered by his shout
A boy in blue is busy banging out
A headache on the kitchen door
All the while Graham slept on
Dreaming of a world where
He could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
The young policeman
Who just can't grow a mustache will open up his book
And spoil their breakfast with reports of Asians
Who have been so badly kicked
Is this your son's wallet I've got here?
He must have dropped it after too much beer
Oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel
Is the one you've picked
And all the while Graham slept on
Dreaming of a world where he could do
Just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there, dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
They never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer
They never read that tattoo on his arm
They thought that was just a boys club badge he wore
They never thought he'd do folks any harm
The insect-headed worker-wife
Will hang her waspies on the line
She's singing something stale
And simple now this business has fizzled out
Her little tune is such a happy song
Her son is innocent, he can't do wrong
'Cause Dad's a judge and knows exactly
What the job of judging's all about
And all the while Graham slept on
Dreaming of a world where
He could do just what he wanted to
No thugs in our house, are there, dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house, are there, dear?
We made that clear, we made little Graham
Promise us he'd be a good boy
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house
No thugs in our house, dear
