I was getting an earful of Billy Idol
His melody filled up the airspace
But what was that darn title
Oh yes, 'Eyes Without A Face'
It is sort of a haunting tune
I adjusted the treble and bass
And listened to him croon
He has such a voluminous sound
Did he make the ladies swoon?
I bet he had a lot of groupies around
And didn't go for any temperance
In a rich and fertile hunting ground
Getting some anatomical reference
After giving his nightly recital
Must be great, if you get my inference
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