Scorpio Rising

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....


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