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