The Stud

Hes too young to die
Too old to cry
If he talks of love
People might laugh
Hes too lough for love
Too butch to cry
Hes 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
Hes a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud
Hes too proud to jerk
Too pretty to work
Standin in a street
Trousers too tight
Hes sellin himself
To make a few bucks
Hes a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud
Sure, he lies, he cheats
Whenever we meet
He has no finesse
Just a pretty face
Hes so good
I cant send him away
Hes a stud, a stud, a stud, a stud
A stud, a stud
A 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud!