Who's That Man? - Todd Rundgren
Written by：Todd Rundgren
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
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
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 bums rusher and a big ball-crusher
A draft-boarder a food-hoarder
A strike-breaker and a heavy speed-taker
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
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
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
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
Who's that man