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 (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
