Madam Butterfly - Malcolm McLaren
this song is unbelievable.. fuses spoken word, opera, soul into a distinctive and wonderful piece.. not bad for a guy who invented The Sex Pistols

and these words, an ecstatic rapture when Cho Cho sees Pinkerton walking up to her and taking her in his arms.. but alas...
little sweet sweet butterfly
i hear him crowing faintly
he thinks i'm still his sweet sixteen
i guess i'll tease him gently
calling madam butterfly
his angel plucked right from the sky
hide my baby in strange places
i feel the fear that i may die
right in his arms and his embraces
slowly kissing my eyelashes
got no right, no right to doubt him
ain't no doubt, no doubt about it
call me fool, call me stupid
bend this arrow, kill this cupid
i'll have faith, i'll always pray
my white honky's here to stay..such a sad tale of poor Cho Cho San
