He was born sad and unnecessary to the Goddard family, and right away changed his name to Adam Ant as a get back action. He grew up in a village that was so small that if there was a wedding, the bride would also be the bridegroom. His mom and dad were his only parents. Something that effected him badly to the rest of his life. They, of course, tried to cheer him up and said "Cheer up son! things could get a lot worse!" so he cheered up, and things really got a lot worse. In front of his humble home there was a little poor and shakey house and there lived a little poor and shakey girl. Every morning she'd play catch in front of her home. Alone. And Adam saw her on his way to school and smile to her with a laughing mouth, but she would turn to him and with a light, gentle and splintered smile she would say: "Please...". People Called her Cylvia Bumper. *IF* they called her! *When* they called her... But the luck ran out and a saddening disaster attended the Goddard family: Adam's dad which was europe's champion in Jack Straw, was injured badly after falling on his straws. When Adam's mother heard the horrible news she got sick in bad veterinarian disease, and she grew a tail. Adam realized that he has to take the family upon his shoulders. He didn't hesitate a moment, and ran away from home. He was on the roads days and nights, without nutrition, without food, without anything. Until one day he met an old man sitting on the road, crying. Adam asked him with a laughing mouth "What's the matter old man, why are you crying without stoping?" the old man answered with an answering mouth: "My brakes are out. Besides, I have a thorn in my foot." Adam took out the thorn, and replaced it with a new one. The old man said "Ouch!" and disappeared.
On that night, Adam lye on mid road, and she put it out for him. And while sleeping webs and ordinary dirt is covering his face, the figure of Cylvia Bumper, the little girl from the little village, the love of his life, raised in front of his eyes, dressed in jogging trousers, platform shoes and an elastic bandage. Her moulting hair flew up and played with the wind. Her hands were reached for him and nearly touched and him and then--...
That moment felt Adam a tender hand caressing all of his body. He opened his eyes and there was the old man, and he is very very very VERY friendly. Turned to him the old man and said:"If you go on like this, you'll get far you yutz! start yourself a band, and there you'll find your happiness!"
Not 20 years have passed, 15 years have passed. And Adam is there on a stage, the owner of a band, proud and happy. And on every concert, and sometimes on performances too, Cylvia Bumper would come to him and say with her crystal clear voice: "Can you dedicate me an album?" and goes away. "A song?" and goes away. "A line?" AND GOES AWAY! But then times got rough and people stopped coming to shows. Dust covered the bands tools, and spiders and cockroaches found their house inside the speakers and tuners, the guitar and the drums, the mic and the electric socket holes, and the glowing face of Cylvia Bumper never showed up again to fill the empty void that was established in Adam's heart... only the memory remained. And in cold winter nights, Adam sits there alone and unnecessary, and sings: 
Did I tell you how much I miss
Your sweet kiss?
Did I tell you I didn't cry?
Well I lied
I lie lie lied
Over real over
When I nearly hit the face I loved
So tired of packaging the anger
Always pushing you away

Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
Cos you're wonderful yeah

Did I tell you how much I miss
Your smile?
Did I tell you I was OK?
Well no way
No way way way 
Over real over
When I nearly hit the face I loved
So tired of packaging the anger
Always pushing you away

Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
Cos you're wonderful yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah

Now now now each and every day
I realize the price I have to pay
You you're wonderful
And now for your information
I'm walking around like an arm decoration

You
You're wonderful
So high I can't get over it
So deep I can't get under it
You
You're wonderful yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
You're wonderful yeah yeah
Wonderful

Did I tell you you're wonderful?
I miss you yes I do
Did I tell you that I was wrong?
I was wrong
For so long long long...

DiD I TeLL You You'Re WoNDeRFuL?