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 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

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

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

With the same hands

Who do you think you are

Who do I think you are I know

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

With the same hands

With the same hands

With the same hands

And it's hard to believe that

I'm still a believer