He's Gonna Do a Number on You Songtext

von Daniel Amos

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:
He's gonna' do a number on you (a very strange tatoo!)

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 do, 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...