I carry my microphone with me Everywhere I go It makes for a very good dead weight In case of an emergency In case I need need to break your face In case I need you to be dead
Who do you think you are Who do I think you are I know who you are And it's hard to believe That God made you and me With the same hands
Sit? I tell my doggie to sit But I am not a dog But you make the animal in Me want to come out all over you
And it's hard to believe That I'm still a believer
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