He's Gonna Do A Number On You
Words and Music by Mark Cook
©1976 Maranatha! Music
Narrator:
The morning paper is not the same
A man is smiling, do you know his name?
He's shaking hands with the president
It almost seems as though he's heaven sent
Frenzied crowd:
(I'm mad about... I'm mad about you)
Narrator:
Chorus:
He's gonna do a number on you (a very strange tatoo!)
He's gonna do a number on you (a very strange tatoo!)
Something inside tells you to hide
You cannot decide what to do
Person in crowd:
(Full of wonder)
Oh, no! What's wrong? Something's on his face!
Crowd:
I know it's crazy, but now there's not a trace!
(I'm mad about... I'm mad about you)
Narrator:
Chorus:
Goon squad:
(Gonna do a number on you)
Narrator:
He's gonna do a number on you (a very strange tatoo!)
Goon squad:
(Gonna do a number on you)
Narrator:
Something inside
Tells you to hide
You cannot decide
What to,
Cannot decide what to
Think of this guy,
Is there a pie in the sky?
I'd hate to imply that I knew
Zombie-like crowd:
He's got a friend, it seems there is no end
To the tricks that he'll do, always on cue
Standing in line, it's so divine
Can we choose the place, my hand or my face?
Computerized clerk:
Next, next, next, next...
