| I ride around in a Cadillac
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| Three fancy ladies dancin' in the back
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| A million dollars in the trunk for fun
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| And a Bengal tiger ridin' shotgun
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| I’m the who do man, the who do man
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| I got the fire, the fryin' pan
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| Hot dog I’m the who do man
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| Now I was born my momma’s child
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| The angels sang and the good Lord smiled
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| I tipped the doctor, the doctor says
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| Who in the hell does he think he is
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| I got the skinny, I got the goods
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| I got the antenna on the neighborhood
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| I know your baby, I know her cuz
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| I know who doesn’t and I know who does
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| If you want the dirt on so-and-so
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| Don’t go askin' just any old Joe
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| Jack or Jimmy or Boudreaux
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| Don’t waste your money 'cause they don’t know
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| (Instrumental)
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| The prosecutor told the deputy
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| Have the police pin a tail on me
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| How I lost 'em, they never knew
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| 'Cause they ain’t dealin' with just any who
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| So when you’re sittin' on your porch at night
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| You spy a shadow in the long moonlight
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| You hear a rumble, a tiger growl
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| Ask for who, don’t ask me how
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| I’m the who do man, the who do man
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| I got the answer, a perfect plan
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| No use in tryin' to understand
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| Got the fire, the fryin' pan
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| Hot dog I’m the who do man
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| The who do man
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| The who do man, oh |