Lady Godiva`s Operation

<br>Lady Godiva, dressed so demurely,<br>Pats the head of another curly-haired boy,<br>Just another toy.<br>Sick with silence, she weeps sincerely,<br>Saying words that have oh so clearly been said<br>So long ago.<br>Draperies wrapped gently around her shoulder,<br>Life has made her that much bolder now<br>That she [has] found out how.<br>Dressed in silk, latin lace and envy,<br>Pride and joy of the latest penny-fare,<br>Pretty passing care.<br>Hair today now dipped in the water,<br>Making love to every poor daughter`s son,<br>Isn`t it fun?<br>Now today, propping grace with envy,<br>Lady Godiva peers to see if anyone`s there<br>And hasn`t a care.<br>"Doctor is coming," the nurse thinks SWEETLY,<br>Turning on the machines that NEATLY PUMP AIR.<br>The body lies bare.<br>Shaved and hairless, what once was SCREAMING,<br>Now lies silent and ALMOST SLEEPING.<br>The rain must have gone away.<br>STRAPPED SECURELY TO THE WHITE TABLE,<br>ETHER CAUSES THE BODY TO WITHER AND WRITHE,<br>Underneath the white light.<br>THE DOCTOR ARRIVES WITH A KNIFE AND BAGGAGE<br>SEES THE GROWTH, JUST SO MUCH CABBAGE<br>That must now be cut away.<br>NOW COMES THE MOMENT OF GREAT, GREAT DECISION.<br>THE DOCTOR IS MAKING HIS FIRST INCISION.<br>One goes here,<br>AND ONE GOES THERE.<br>"The ether tube`s leaking," says someone who`s sloppy.<br>THE PATIENT, IT SEEMS, IS NOT SO WELL SLEEPING.<br>The screams echo off the walls.<br>Don`t panic -- someone give him pentathol instantly.<br>The doctor removes his blade cagily slow from the brain.<br>BY MY COUNT OF TEN.<br>THE HEAD WON`T MOVE!<br>[N.B. Normal text is sung by John Cale; UPPER-CASE TEXT<br>IS SUNG/SPOKEN/SHOUTED BY LOU REED.]