Scorpio Rising Lyrics - Adam And The Ants

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