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Whos That Man - Lyrics by Rundgren Todd


Lyrics
Who's that man, who's that man?  Who told him that he could hold your hand?  When I looked him in the eye he ran  Who's that man, who's that man?  Maryanne, who's that man?  There's one thing that you should understand  You know many things that go unsaid  By the way one earns his daily bread.  He's a lotus-eater, a plow-share beater,  A rack-jobber and an old grave robber,  A strip miner, a big headliner,  A charge-card diner and he comes from Carolina.  Maryanne, who's that man?  Do you think he's doing all that he can?  Can you tell me after all I've said  That you'd leave me and take him instead?  He's a gun-clubber, an eye-rubber  A bum's rusher and a big ball-crusher  A draft-boarder, a food-hoarder  A strike-breaker and a heavy speed-taker.  He's a black brother, an unwed mother  A flag-waver and a rock and roll raver  A hippie killer, an offshore driller  The new messiah and a habitual liar.

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