Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said, "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin' punches around And preachin' from my chair
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) 'Cause I really wanna know (who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I took the tube back out of town Back to the Rollin' Pin I felt a little like a dying clown With a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccupped And looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the tin pan God, there's got to be another way
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on and tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Who are you? (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh) (Ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh wa, ooh)
Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
I really wanna know (who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on, tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) 'Cause I really wanna know (who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I know there's a place you walked Where love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees I spit out like a sewer hole Yet still receive your kiss How can I measure up to anyone now After such a love as this?
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell, tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Come on, come on, who? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Ah, who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Ooh) I really wanna know Oh, I really wanna know Come on, tell me, who are you, you, you, ah, you? (Yeah)
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Songwriters: Peter Townshend
Who Are You lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
d.: I’m glad it stopped raining. Now, I can water my new grass. Oh, well, it looks like Cal.E. and ELAC are coming for a visit, so I’ll just need to wait until it stops raining again. “Hi, come on in. What brings y’all next door?”
C.: Well, ELAC”S depressed, because she’s homesick, and she hasn’t found “the one” yet.
E.: Don’t get me wrong, d.c. I’m glad that you found Eudora, and that Cal.E. found Tucker Tucker Two, a.k.a. The Cat Fighter Formerly Known As The Tuxedo (who really needs a shorter nickname) Now Simply Known as T, Because Triple T. Was Already Taken, but I’d like to find someone of my own. How did you and Eudora meet?
d.: Well, after a particularly rough high school football practice, this beautiful, sweet, intelligent young lady came and told me to get in her car…
E.: And that’s how y’all met?
C.: Wait for it…
d.: No, it was my older sister. I’d had a concussion during football practice and didn’t know who she was, where I was, or what day it was. I also couldn’t remember how to drive, so she came to drive me home.
C.: d.c., wasn’t that about the time that you went to a neurologist, and he told you that football players who played your position would be better off not wearing a helmet, because y’alls were so bad back then; so you stopped wearing yours during practices?
d.: I’m sorry, I don’t recall. Anyway, ELAC, twenty years later, I met Eudora…
C.: After you had another concussion when you had a bad biking accident?
d.: I’m sorry, I don’t recall.
E.: Well, thank you, d.c. for that…. interesting story. I suppose that it takes time to find “the one.” Until then, I suppose I’ll just hang out with my distant cousin and try to…
C.: I just remembered, ELAC, I need your help with something at Wayne Manor.
Later that same day at Wayne Manor…
E.: Cal.E., why don’t you want d.c. to know that we went seven years into the future, and the world is a mess. I think d.c. is mature enough to handle the truth.
C.: The TRUTH! You want the TRUTH! Oh, sorry, I always start quoting my favorite movie when someone says that word. Yes, d.c. can handle what happens with the world, and it may be helpful for him to know what’s going to happen so he can be prepared.
I just don’t want him to know what happened with T. Puppy Katt.
E.: When she posed for “Play Poodle?”
C.: No, those pictures were tastefully done, and she’s a beautiful dog.
E.: Is it because he and Eudora wanted het to use her intelligence, and not her athleticism and beauty to make her way in the world?
C.: It’s not that, either. d.c. wouldn’t care how she made herself rich and famous, as long as it didn’t involve...
d. Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. Please join us tomorrow for another episode of Cal.E.’s Korner.
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