Lyrics The Stud - Amanda Lear

He's too young to die
Too old to cry
If he talks of love
People might laugh
He's too lough 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 stud, a stud
A 50 dollar-leather-trousered-stud!