(Steen) (Spooner/Tubes)
out of Lead guitar and of the band comes Said come on Oh God, oh and white, yeah Polish in a bun, in the sun hit-and-run
Hey man, like, like check out man, really, I mean listen I was countin' the in the acoustic tile ceiling, you know and fumbling with them little buttons on my mattress you know, that hold it So anyways, my strays and the tricks that my memory plays Like and abomination on a biblical Broadway stage Like dancers and and a fully landscaped gospel group and the harmony and and Dinosaurs eatin' like burgers at the snack bar out front in the lobby, you So anyways on the same stage is me, like an empty page That's I heard him Like a director's voice with too echo I guess he was to yours truly, I mean me
Madam, that's Ain't no other woman, had 'im He's stronger a tree apple tree over there Wealthy in his way Never works, he plays around and cogitates Right now, he's his garden
Like I had to that chorus twice, you know, before I finally got the I screamed, "I Adam! I never seen the dude, and I ain't no either" So anyways, really lookin' bad man, like that director's when he gets mad Like, might wreck career with just one nod and like cripple you, you know, for life--that's a time My legs are shakin', my stomach's knotted, my has gone I'd run if I could, but you hid from him, and besides that jerk took my shirt and my So anyways, in the depths of my dispair, my co-star God, more beautiful than I screamed, "Make up! Gimme the script--please sing that more"
Madam, Adam Ain't no other woman, that's stronger than a tree And he's freshly molded clay Wealthy in his way Never works, he never around and cogitates He's inventing the Sin now
Hey madam, that's
Poland Whole--all people cold