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