gretchen wilson, Randy Bachman - Who Are You

(Who are you?) (Who are you?) I woke up in a Soho hotel and the 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 throwing punches around and preaching from my chair Well, who are you? (Who are you?) I really wanna know (Who are you?) Tell me, who are you? (Who are you?) 'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you?) I took the tube back out of town, back to the rolling pin I felt a little like a dying clown with a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccups and I look 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?) Oh, who are you? (Who are you?) Come on, tell me, who are you? (Who are you?) Oh, who the hell are you? (Who are you?) Who are you? Who are you? Come on, tell me, who are you? (Who are you?) Oh, I really wanna know (Who are you?) Tell me, tell me, who are you? (Who are you?) Come on, come on, who? (Who are you?) Tell me, who the hell are you? (Who are you?) Who are you? (Who are you?) Oh, tell me, who are you? (Who are you?) I really wanna know Oh, I really wanna know Come on, tell me, who are you, you, you? Oh, you