Poems are old and dusty, today Is that all you got to got to say 'Cause all the diamond rings, they don't mean a thing, babe 'Cause I got you and you got me, babe Ditched all your friends to score some dope Then you had the nerve to talk about Murphy's Law 'Cause we're leaving here to outer space, get your things Pack your bags and get your suitcase 'cause I gotta ask ya
Who do you think you are Who do you think you are Who do you think you are Who do you think you are
All the kids smoking rocks and playing their guitars Can you see the shadows walk the street can't forget who they are Ah, with China Whites screaming out, screaming out your name Do you leave good enough alone, do you hold onto the chain Can you imagine what that it is to cross an ocean of blue So pack your bags, get your suitcase 'cause I gotta ask ya
Who do you think you are Who do you think you are Who do you think you are Who do you think you are
Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds tooth Clean as a hounds, clean as a hounds tooth
Who do you think you are I gotta ask ya Who do you think you are
Compositores: Angus John Stone, Julia Natasha Stone ECAD: Obra #17127789