Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poland Whole/Madam I'm Adam, artist - The Tubes. Album song Young And Rich, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1975
Record label: A&M
Song language: English
Poland Whole/Madam I'm Adam |
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 counting 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 eating 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 talking to yours truly |
I mean me |
Madam, that’s Adam |
Ain’t no other woman, that’s had I’m |
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 looking 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 shaking, 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 despair |
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 |