Gabriel & Marcel Piqueray

A pedal-pusher said to me No braykaiser No sterfput A-stepping and a-stoumping cretin-wise Could drive a man to madness Just as no thousand Orphas all draped in damp peignoirs Doing their great kochera With the prima donna Of Iquzegdamoda Of Paczevast Of Anunec Each Orpha in an evening gown Imploring of our pedal-pusher To go a-step and go a-stoump all over yet again With a thousand mops And a thousand sterfputs imploring them The braykaiser in me The sterfput in me The mop in me The kochera in me The Paczevast in me The Anunec in me The Iquzegdamoda in me And all the stoumpers The steppers The mops The evening gowns And all the Orphas All the pedal-pushers The damp peignoirs The cretins The prima donnas Who beg The kocheras The Iquzegdamodas The Anunecs And all the Paczevasts To step And to stoump for the sake of love The great flowering love Of a thousand pedal-pushers A-draped in damp peignoirs Will lead no braykaiser No sterfput No mop No kochera No Paczevast No Anunec No Iquzegdamoda To implore a man to madness And that is what a-stepping and a-stoumping cretin-wise A pedal-pusher said to me