Who's the Man

Who’s the man
Who’s the man
Who is the soul who had control since this whole thing began
Who wears the pants
Who holds the key
More to the point, who’s got a big one swinging down to his knee, metaforically
Who gets it done when no one else can
I ask ya, who’s the man
What makes a king
Defines the boss
A family chrest
A heavy chest or testies two feet across
And in the bed, woh!?? --
Sure times have changed
but by and large
the man still comes out on top
on a good night
Who has the goods
who has the plan
three guesses
well as everyone knows
when women are near
a guy has to say
what a gal wants to hear
But when he’s alone though
he shouts loud and clear
the truth of it all
that in the final act, god willing
it’s the man who gets TOP BILLING
who-ho-ho!
come on guys
daddies, take it home
who got in first
hu!?? that ain’t old thing
you like for sugarees and beer
you’ll have them cough up that rib
and through the years
and through the grief (the grief)?? in his eyes begeis the misadvise?
the size of his sleep
(so to speak)
just like it was when this big world began
I’m tellin' ya
Who’s the ma-aa-aan
See a world that’s in trouble, at war? with tempters of fame? the attempts at
a warm reflection of some sensitive gain
Or to the heavy
who wrote the freakin' rules of the game? Who’s got a run that doesn’t show
when the shit hits the fan? I’m talking obease, the mule? more Peter than Pan.
You don’t believe me
read your bible!
It’s there in the original plan, no question
Who’s the maan
Who’s the man