Victorian Space Prostitute - MC Frontalot

Yep!

She’s a hero from an anime or something:

Clockwork parasol, laser pistol, rump swing

Bumping a light blue tint to the lips

And most the fanboys ought to put on their bibs

Or else cease/desist all of this dumbstruckery

She isn’t interested in a conversation with you (luckily)

Just posing for picture plates

And um, just adjusting the corset lace

Now get ready for her, she’ll stroll by

Blew a kiss at you once and you’re still so high

So try to keep it steady with the picture phone

And if she drops her handkerchief, you leave it alone

(that is not for you)

I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch

I just need you to watch me do something

So!

In the shadow is a shadowy figure

Katana and an M16, plus a big pure

Grin underneath camo ninja mask

If he interrogates you, might begin to ask

Who had the bomb last.

Mission time: limited!

He’s not the only super agent

Just the only one who gives a shit

And this is a stealth level, clearly

That’s why maneuvers: all sides security

Cams and guards, laser tripwires, pressure plates

Man, that’s hard, but he won’t capitulate

Don’t gesticulate!

He’s concealed

For the benefit of onlookers.

Keep eyes peeled

(and then if you see him, you can point him out)

I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch

I just need you to watch me do something

In your heart you’d urge them pursue no less

Than life, liberty, and the fursuit of happiness

But when you see them in the seating at the panel

You wonder why half elephant, half cocker spaniel

Why the feather boa on a cat?

Macabre

Where’s it at — there’s got to be a catalog

But they craft their hides in the home then wear them out

And they’ll tell you what the lifestyle’s about

With the purrs and growls, and the scent of upholstery

Even though they’re all on display, I think mostly

These ones found invisibility spell

Can’t see who they really are at all.

Oh well

(guess uh we’re going to have to use our imaginations)

I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch

I just need you to watch me do something

Nope.

That big arm cannon isn’t in good taste

Neither is the steampunk nudist in a cape

And that one’s a badger disguised as Robin Hood

Think your fashion criticism

Is in service of the common good?

Check the short-sleeve button-up, tie

At your booth all surrounded with some things to buy

You’re a headlamp wearer and an underlip beardo

Is that costume ‘rapper?'

Kind of look like a weirdo

I just need you to watch, I just need you to watch

I just need you to watch me do something