Who Do Man

I ride around in a Cadillac

Three fancy ladies dancin' in the back

A million dollars in the trunk for fun

And a Bengal tiger ridin' shotgun

I'm the who do man, the who do man

I got the fire, the fryin' pan

Hot dog I'm the who do man

Now I was born my momma's child

The angels sang and the good Lord smiled

I tipped the doctor, the doctor says

Who in the hell does he think he is

I'm the who do man, the who do man

I got the fire, the fryin' pan

Hot dog I'm the who do man

I got the skinny, I got the goods

I got the antenna on the neighborhood

I know your baby, I know her cuz

I know who doesn't and I know who does

I'm the who do man, the who do man

I got the fire, the fryin' pan

Hot dog I'm the who do man

If you want the dirt on so-and-so

Don't go askin' just any old Joe

Jack or Jimmy or Boudreaux

Don't waste your money 'cause they don't know

The prosecutor told the deputy

Have the police pin a tail on me

How I lost 'em, they never knew

'Cause they ain't dealin' with just any who

I'm the who do man, the who do man

I got the fire, the fryin' pan

Hot dog I'm the who do man

So when you're sittin' on your porch at night

You spy a shadow in the long moonlight

You hear a rumble, a tiger growl

Ask for who, don't ask me how

I'm the who do man, the who do man

I got the answer, a perfect plan

No use in tryin' to understand

Got the fire, the fryin' pan

Hot dog I'm the who do man

The who do man

The who do man, oh