the  BRONZE  adonis


she didn't like the ribe cage / the coat-hanger HIPS

the razor-sharp shoulder blades / always give her JIP

she's reading Edward de Bono under the PALMS

he sprays odorono under his ARMS

I was to say the least ALARMED

when the BRONZE ADONIS got her...


I lay beneath the parasol / watched him with the CHICKS

horsing around with his aerosol / they whispered about his odd TRICK

"SEND NO CASH... FEAR NO MAN / YOU CAN BE A LOVE LEVIATHAN"

she's a FAN of the MAN with a TAN from a CAN

the BRONZE ADONIS got her


mr and mrs universe / the folks who live in the GYM

each night she sleeps in a room marked HER / he sleeps in a room marked HIM

muscle bound for stardom / the apollo of your EYE

can't seem to get a hard on / oh christ I wonder WHY

the BRONZE ADONIS got her


they honeymoon on muscle beach to cries of "Beat it Mac"

he plucks some puny pansy's peach / how do you like that

the BONZE ADONIS got her


there stands the body gorgeous / men worship girls ADMIRE

he bravely bears the scourges and the squelch of squashed DESIRE

what a physical jerk / no time for SEX

where's me bleedin' bullworker, baby oil and leopard KECKS

oh yeah / the BRONZE ADONIS got her


hubba hubba yum yum wow / what a hunk of BEEF

who made you the sacred cow / who hangs around his BRIEFS

in the corner sauna / with his MATES

wanking away unwanted weight

that's his idea of a heavy DATE

the BRONZE ADONIS got her



Lyrics © JOHN COOPER CLARKE.