THE MAN: PART 1 - Regurgitator

There he goes just a walking down the street

he’s a big piece of man with tha big piece of meat

he’s brash in a flash he’s got a fistful of cash

he’s keeping his cool while he’s making his dash

he’s got a smile that says trouble and a fist that says love

he’ll burst your bubble like death from above

he’s a man with a mission a fire in the hole

he’s hormones raging out of control

he’s the man

there she goes just a walking down the street

she’s a plastic wrapped candy bar with pumps on her feet

she’s got a glamorous stink you can smell from miles around

and when she barks on by she drags her sex on the ground

she’s got chemical hair she’ll flick it into your face

she keeps a silicon spare and a bottle of mace

she doesn’t know what she wants but she’ll get it for free

cuz she’s got more curves than the monte grand prix

she’s the man

he’s on the go hard pills and he’s looking for you

cocked and loaded in a world turned blue

she’s a sweet wee lass who’s good for a laugh

looking for a gentleman to blow it up her arse

he’s a stiff messiah hot off the cross

she’s a burning pyre made of candy floss

dj moses uniting the drugged

jesus and mary man it must be love

you’re the man