Rolling down the autoban.
Like the zones of heading escapers
Of the boom - boom seventies girls.
There's something funny going on.
I don't know what it is.
There's something funny going on.
Guess it's just showbiz.
Bruce Lee,
The fist and the pillow.
Bruce Lee,
The magical one.
Took his body for a work of art.
Bruce Lee,
Number three son.
Like a napalm party on the Mekong,
For a number one good time.
Like ticket for a ride to the other side.
Tune in, freak out, get beaten.
There's something funny going on.
I don't know what it is.
There's something funny going on.
Guess it's just showbiz.
Bruce Lee,
The fist and the pillow.
Bruce Lee,
The magical one.
Took his body for a work of art.
Bruce Lee,
Number three son.
Fists of iron, fists of steel.
Too much, too soon, did you bite the spoon?
Or rub them up the wrong way?
Like the singer who fell from grace with the 'biz,
And turned into a punchbag.
Like the samurai ducking the wires,
Hiding his head with a fan.
There's something funny going on.
I don't know what it is.
There's something funny going on.
Guess it's just showbiz
Bruce Lee,
The fist and the pillow.
Bruce Lee,
The magical one.
Took his body for a work of art.
Bruce Lee,
Number three son.
Adam Ant