Who’s That

Who’s That
(Difford/Tilbrook)

Who’s that kissing in the corner
And who’s that talking on the phone
Who’s that smiling like a soldier
And why are you telling me to go

Who’s that drinking all the Daniels
And who’s that singing in the rain
Who’s that reading all my annuals
And why is it Sunday once again

Who’s that playing a sonata
And who’s that mimicking my nerves
Who’s that acting like Sinatra
And why has Angel dressed in furs

So who’s that walking like a penguin
And who’s that handing me a slug
Who’s that always never ending
And no I didn’t even come

So who’s that dancing kind-of reggae
And who’s that asking for a fight
Who’s that is it necessary
To kick me out into the night

Who’s that drinking all the Daniels
And who’s that singing in the rain
Who’s that reading all my annuals
And why is it Sunday once again

As blind as a bat
As wise as an owl
Let go of me
Let go of me now
Who’s that
Who’s that
Who’s that

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