Adrian Street

The [?] on TV
First colour telly in our little valley
He bought it for us so we could all watch him preen

He’s got street credibility
They laugh at his looks
But he turns the other cheek

He [?] on the chest
And he combs his long blonde hair
He puts his hand on his hips
He puckers his lips
He gives them a shirt full of slack ribs

Get me out of this hole
These boots, this hat and these clothes
Cos I don’t wanna be
Adrian Street, Adrian Street, Adrian Street
Get me out of this hole
These boots, this hat and these clothes
Cos I don’t wanna be
Adrian Street, Adrian Street, Adrian Street, Adrian Street

Saving my ass off and dropped out of school
Went straight down the shaft
I struggle down here, he wrestles for laughs

With some inevitability
The ceilings collapsed in the dark
The bite of the dragon out for the count

And he does his mascara
While I’m scrubbing my skin
In this cold pit head bath
I struggle with this, he wrestles for laughs

He don’t care what they think
Wrapped up in spandex, glitter and mink

There’s a man in a coal, slamming the [?]
He puts his hand on his hips
He puckers his lips
He gives them a shirt full of slack ribs

Get me out of this hole
These boots, this hat and these clothes
Cos I don’t wanna be
Adrian Street, Adrian Street, Adrian Street

I’ll die in this tunnel
Coughing up dust while he struts in the ring
Acting, none of it’s real

But which one is braver, the grim or the glam
Fades like a dream
I’d give anything to be in his tag team

He’s like that bloke from the Sweet
But 50 times bigger
With [?] out of his socket

Get me out of this hole
These boots, this hat and these clothes
Cos I don’t wanna be
Adrian Street, Adrian Street, Adrian Street, Adrian Street