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 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,