Todd Rundgren - Who's That Man? Lyrics
Whos that man, whos that man?Who told him that he could hold your hand?When I looked him in the eye he ranWhos that man, whos that man?Maryanne, whos that man?Theres one thing that you should understandYou know many things that go unsaidBy the way one earns his daily bread.Hes 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, whos that man?Do you think hes doing all that he can?Can you tell me after all Ive saidThat youd leave me and take him instead?Hes a gun-clubber, an eye-rubberA bums rusher and a big ball-crusherA draft-boarder, a food-hoarderA strike-breaker and a heavy speed-taker.Hes a black brother, an unwed motherA flag-waver and a rock and roll raverA hippie killer, an offshore drillerThe new messiah and a habitual liar.