I carry my microphone with me

Everywhere I go

It makes for very good dead weight

In case of an emergency

In case I need to break your face

In case I need you to be dead



CHORUS:

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



CHORUS x2



And it's hard to believe

That I'm still a believer