(原詩)

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

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?
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, 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

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?

(interlude)

He's a, 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

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?

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?
Who's that man?