Mr. Macho Man

Verse 1: Strutting down the boulevard, he’s got his swagger on, Thinks he’s hotter than the sun, but oh, how he’s wrong, With his pants too tight, and his chest on display, John Travolta wannabe, in the most ridiculous way. Pre-Chorus: Toothpick in his mouth, grease in his hair, He’s a legend in his mind, but nobody cares, Talking nonsense with a macho flair, Ladies roll their eyes, but he’s unaware. Chorus: Oh, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, king of cool, In his own little world, thinks he’s making the rules, Thinks he’s got the moves to make the ladies twirl, But they just laugh and walk on by, He’s a gigolo joke, the apple of his own eye. Verse 2: Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the vainest of them all? He’ll flex his muscles, strike a pose, at the slightest call, With his flashy clothes and his disco shoes, He’s stuck in the seventies, with nothing to lose. Pre-Chorus: Toothpick in his mouth, grease in his hair, He’s a legend in his mind, but nobody cares, Talking nonsense with a macho flair, Ladies roll their eyes, but he’s unaware. Chorus: Oh, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, king of cool, In his own little world, thinks he’s making the rules, Thinks he’s got the moves to make the ladies twirl, But they just laugh and walk on by, He’s a gigolo joke, the apple of his own eye. Bridge: He’s got the strut, he’s got the glare, Thinks he’s a tiger, but he’s just a teddy bear, With his cologne cloud and his slicked-back hair, He’s a parody of passion, a walking affair. Chorus: Oh, gigolo, gigolo, gigolo, king of cool, In his own little world, thinks he’s making the rules, Thinks he’s got the moves to make the ladies twirl, But they just laugh and walk on by, He’s a gigolo joke, the apple of his own eye. Outro: So here’s to the gigolo, the legend of the street, In his mind, he’s irresistible, the man you gotta meet, But we all know the truth, and it’s plain to see, He’s a silly little character, lost in his vanity. [End]