Tubes - Poland Whole Madam I'm Adam lyrics

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<b>Poland Whole/Madam I'm Adam</b> by <i>Tubes</i><br />

(Steen) (Spooner/Tubes)

Coming out of

Lead guitar and drums

Rest of the band comes

Heavy

Said come on baby

Oh God, oh shit

Black and white, yeah

Polish sausages

in a bun, in the sun

It's hit-and-run

Hey man, like, like check this out man, really, I mean listen

I was countin' the holes in the acoustic tile ceiling, you know

Mumbling and fumbling with them little buttons on my mattress

you know, that hold it together

So anyways, my mind strays and the tricks that my memory plays

Like fascination and abomination on a biblical Broadway stage

Like dancers and singers and a fully landscaped gospel group

and the harmony and whatever and

Dinosaurs eatin' like veggie burgers at the snack bar out front

in the lobby, you know

So anyways on the same stage is me, naked like an empty page

That's when I heard him

Like a director's voice with too much echo

I guess he was talkin' to yours truly, I mean me

Madam, that's Adam

Ain't no other woman, that's had 'im

He's stronger than a tree

That apple tree over there

Wealthy in his healthy way

Never works, he never plays

Sits around and cogitates

Right now, he's planting his garden

Like I had to hear that chorus twice, you know, before I finally

got the picture

I screamed, "I ain't Adam! I never seen the dude, and I ain't no

virgin either"

So anyways, it's really lookin' bad man, like that director's

mean when he gets mad

Like, might wreck your career with just one nod and like cripple

you, you know, for life--that's a long time

My legs are shakin', my stomach's knotted, my mind has gone

neurotic

I'd run if I could, but you can't hid from him, and besides that

jerk took my shirt and my trousers

So anyways, in the depths of my dispair, my co-star arrives--oh God,

more beautiful than Cher

I screamed, "Make up! Gimme the script--please sing that chorus

once more"

Madam, that's Adam

Ain't no other woman, that's Adam

He's stronger than a tree

And he's freshly molded from clay

Wealthy in his healthy way

Never works, he never plays

Sits around and cogitates

He's inventing the Original Sin now

Hey madam, that's Adam

Poland Whole--all people what's cold