Who Do You Think You Are

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, oh, babe
Yeah, 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, oh, get your things
Pack your bags and get your suitcase, oh, 'cause I gotta ask ya
Oh, who do you think you are?
Oh, who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Oh, 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
Oh, 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 it is to cross an ocean of blue?
So pack your bags, get your suitcase, oh, I still gotta ask ya
Oh, who do you think you are?
Oh, who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Clean as a hound’s
Clean as a hound’s tooth
Who do you think you are?
I gotta ask ya
Oh, who do you think you are?