Marlboro Man Jr. Lyrics

The Marlboro Man is dead.

Long live the Marlboro Man!

In our dreams he remains the hero

of a thousand billboards,

the ultimate salesman

for the sexy macho flame of death.

Yes, the original Marlboro Man is gone,

but his son, the Marlboro Man, Jr., lives on--

going boldly where his father

never dared to go...

The Marlboro Man has come again

His kingdom has no end

This time around he's selling something new

It's called the Spiral Slam Dance Fever

And it's like therapy

It's guaranteed to make you act the fool

Proud Americans do your holy dances

(Make a fool of yourself)

Strange Americans do what you must do

(Put the broomstick between your legs)

Wild Americans tear down your defenses
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(Make a fool of yourself)

Proud Americans do your HOLY HOLY

The Marlboro Man understands

what dancing's all about

He learned it from the ancient astronauts

He makes a fool of himself

in the biggest proudest way

He gives it all he's got

He takes it all away again

Breathe into the feeling...1...2...

(Ride the broomstick

in the Spiral Slam Dance Fever)

The Marlboro Man can spit into the wind

and not get sprayed

He smokes and smokes and smokes

But he never coughs

He loves martinis with his brown rice

and sex with his TV

Committing crimes that don't break any laws

No truth or consequences

Holy dances...Holy dances...Holy dances