Powerful Stuff - Slapp Happy

One man insulates his heart and

Hopes to make himself a shelter

Storms may blow his house apart

But he’s still got cover

He’ll never be available or vulnerable

Enough to ever be her lover

Powerful stuff, powerful stuff

The lady says it’s not enough

A hundred proof’s for powder puffs

Takes more than that to get a lady off

He gets tender, she gets tough

Tears his head off in a huff…

One man wanders in a wood and

Comes upon a lonely tower

He huffs and puffs and blows it down

To demonstrate his power

Powerful stuff, powerful stuff

The lady says it’s not enough

A hundred proof’s for powder puffs

Takes more than that to get a lady off

He gets tender, she gets tough

Tears his head off in a huff…

Is this it?

Wo’s on the list?

Will he be hit?

Will he be missed?

Dynamite, pure dynamite

Left hundreds homeless in the night

A blast of noise, a flash of light

Just to satisfy her appetite…

Storms may blow his house apart

But he sleeps sheltered in his heart