She rides unclothed Through the streets of Coventry Upon a great cockhorse Her hair to her knees I wore a minotaur's mask And I played the moon cow I was the last to see her Anyhow
No one's gonna lay eyes to see Lady Godiva and Me
Peeping Tom watched the whole thing From the side lines Till Peeping Tom's peeping Had stricken poor Peeping Tom blind Even the things that we know Can't be seen with two eyes And all those who look her over Are surely to die