Who`s That Man?

Who`s that man, who`s that man? Who told him that he could hold your hand? When I looked him in the eye he ran Who`s that man, who`s that man? Maryanne, who`s that man? There`s one thing that you should understand You know many things that go unsaid By the way one earns his daily bread. He`s a lotus-eater, a plow-share beater, A rack-jobber and an old grave robber, A strip miner, a big headliner, A charge-card diner and he comes from Carolina. Maryanne, who`s that man? Do you think he`s doing all that he can? Can you tell me after all I`ve said That you`d leave me and take him instead? He`s a gun-clubber, an eye-rubber A bum`s rusher and a big ball-crusher A draft-boarder, a food-hoarder A strike-breaker and a heavy speed-taker. He`s a black brother, an unwed mother A flag-waver and a rock and roll raver A hippie killer, an offshore driller The new messiah and a habitual liar.