Oh yes, this is special This is direct from what we call 'The Funk House' This is a total dope, phat one, know what I'm sayin'? And this is how it's done
How dare you wear a robe to preside? How dare you cover your head to hide Your face from God? How dare you smile from behind your beard To hide the fact
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
I used to kick it with the thugs, pushin' drugs in the park Makin' every mark that was out after dark Stick 'em for their loot, cut 'em up then I'd dash
Sugar, I want to know you, know you inside out Mystery surrounds you, got to figure it out Driving downtown to your house, your lights are never on You
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?
I don't expect the guarantee From you, but maybe somehow I thought your love was specially Made for me, now I know Dust in the sands, you've been sending
I know your heart is aching mine is too I know exactly what you're going through So helplessly I've had to just stand by And watched her hurt you so much
REF: Ingen kickar fotboll som han, Zlatan, jag sa Zlatan Svensken som var superman, Zlatan, jag sa Zlatan I love you, ich liebe dich, Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Know, don't you wanna know? Don't you wanna know? Know, who's that man? Know, don't you wanna know? Don't you wanna know? Know, who's that man? He's
Darryl- Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the soul who had control since this whole thing began? Who wears the pants? Who holds the key? More
Oh Yeah Jimmy goes through money like a millionaire Bills pile up around him but he doesn't care He picks up his best friend at the local scene, yeah
Oh, ain't it lonely When you're living with a gun When you can't slow down and you can't turn 'round And you can't trust anyone You just sit there like
You talk about crazy affairs You talk about your life as though it really mattered You get attention 'cause you block the stairs Bragging about some bottles
Now when I was a little boy 'bout the age of five I had something in my pocket Keep a lot of folks alive Now I'm a man, I'm age twenty-one You know baby
Imagine a man, not a child of any revolt But a plain man tied up in life Imagine the sand running out as he struts Parading and fading, ignoring his wife