Sangtekst: Tim Minchin. The Adam Hillsong.

At night I dream of your kind and intelligent face
I wistfully wish for your monopedal embrace
But I am just a man - you are the father of humanity
But if you'll be my man, I would give a rib to be your Eve;

Adam

Hills are made for climbing
And I'll climb them all for you.
And in valleys you traverse,
I'm not adverse to going down into
Wherever in your Eden, you may travel
I will follow.
And if a serpent with an apple
Entices me to swallow,
I'll not be tempted by the fruit the serpent offers,
Though, I've never been that great
At resisting offers made by

Adam.

Hills are made for climbing
And, oh boy, I'll do my best,
But if the apple
Proves too sweet and shiny to resist,
I'll try not joke
As with my guilt my grapple
But if inside my throat I feel a lump
It'll be Adam's Apple.
Be my Adam's Apple