The Tan Man

Someone elsewhere (h/t Whiskey) mentioned that someone should have done a song about the Tan Man to the tune of America's "Tin Man". Free associate with some nonsense lyrics for a few minutes as we take you back to the bubble days.....

Sometimes late when things aren't real
And people share the restaurant tab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And snatch the booby prize that baits the nasty elves

But laws never did give nothing to the Tan Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And straws never were the nature of the buyers
On the topic of Bob of Baghdad.

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Conjob going down, down, down, down
Houses float like bubbles

Oh, laws never did give nothing to the Tan Man
That he didn't, didn't already know
And straws never were the nature of the buyers
Or the victims of Tan Angelo

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Conjob going down, down, down, down
Houses float like bubbles

No, laws never did give nothing to the Tan Man
That he didn't, didn't already take
And straws never were the nature of the buyers
Like the suntan, it always was fake.

So please believe in me....