Poland Whole madam Im Adam Lyrics by Tubes, The

Poland Whole madam Im Adam Lyrics

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    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, he's original

    Hey madam, that's adam

    Poland whole--all people what's cold

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