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