The Stud lyrics

He's too young to die

Too old to cry

If he talks of love

People might laugh

He's too lock for love

Too butch to cry

He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud

One and only friend

His motorbike

Speedin' on the road

Wind in his eyes

Beatin' up the old

Too shy to fight

He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud

He's too proud to jerk

Too pretty to work

Standin' in a street

Trousers too tight

He's sellin' himself

To make a few bucks

He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud

Sure, he lies, he cheats

Whenever we meet

He has no finesse

Just a pretty face

He's so good

I can't send him away

He's a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud

A 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud!