The Tubes

Poland Whole/Madam I'm Adam

The 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,