[MS. WERRING]
When I worked for Bowie
Eighty years ago
Gave him a good luck present
Before every show

Gave him some groovy eye glitter
And a studdy duddy vest
A sonic tronic transmitter
But what he liked the best

Was this novelty zippo lighter
On the back of which was
Monogramed with the words
The man

Novelty zippo lighter

And he put it in his pocket
Put his hand on my face
And as his heart rate sped
To a frenetical pace

He said, oh

I got the feeling
I got the feeling
I got the feeling
Oh man, I got the feeling
Mr. Big Dick Jagger
Mr. Tongue machine
Had the worlds worst stage shits
You’ve ever seen

He’d be all pins and needles
He’d be all huffy puff
Until one day, baby
He said, that’s enough

And he pushed all his
Worries inside himself
All his anger and his pain
And the strain of everyday life

You got to push all your
Worries inside yourself

And then they’ll mix
Creating a combustible brew
And they’ll explode blam blam
And pour out of you

And the audience’ll cheer
And your band will too
And with a lighter in your pocket
It's easy to do
So easy to

Get the feeling
You’ll get the feeling
You’ll get the feeling
Oh man, you get the feeling

Who the man?

Who the man?

Who the man?

You the man

Who the man?

You the man, c’mon-

Who the man?

[CHRIS]
I am

[MS. WERRING]
C’mon, who the man?
[CHRIS]
I am

[MS. WERRING]
C’mon, who the man?

[CHRIS]
I’m the man

[MS. WERRING]
C’mon, who the man?

[CHRIS]
I’m the man

[MS. WERRING]
Say yeah

[CHRIS]
Yeah

[MS. WERRING]
Say yeah

[CHRIS]
Yeah

[MS. WERRING]
Say whoa

[CHRIS]
Whoa

[MS. WERRING]
Say whoa

[CHRIS]
Whoa

[CHRIS & MS. WERRING]
Whoa