Adam the Ants - Scorpio Rising lyrics

rate me

The Greek, the Gypsy, the Italian

And the pole, took a look around

Chewed up the gauntlet, spat it out

Raised them to the ground

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Four young men, greasy hair

Don't know zip

Leather jackets, big packets

Into it, into it

Knock 'em dead sweetie, then sock four

My body, cha-cha and orf

Four young men on big bad bikes

Ben-hur daddy argent

Give me a flash of white white skin

Above the stocking part

Cool it with the jewels, appreciate

The world finest work of art.

Four young men a-come through hot

The last of the moccasins

Don't sit around with their chi-chi friends

And talk