Adam Ant Scorpio Rising Lyrics

Scorpio Rising Lyrics

Adam ant/marco pirroni



The greek, the gypsy, the italian

And
the pole, took a look around

Chewed up the gauntlet,

Spat it out

Raised them to the ground



Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising

Scorpio rising



Four young men, greasy
hair

Don’t know zip

Leather jackets, big packets

Into it,
into it.



Knock ’em dead sweetie, then sock four

My body,
cha-cha, and orf

Four young men on big bad bikes

Ben hur daddy
argent!



Give me a flash of white white skin

Above the
stocking part

Cool it with the jewels, appreciate

The world finest
work of art.



Four young men a-come through hot

The last of
the moccasins

Don’t sit around with their chi-chi friends

And
talk....