(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