Substitute Lyrics - Great White

(Peter Townshend) 

You think we look pretty good together? 

You think my jeans are made of leather? 

Well I'm a substitute for another guy 

I look pretty tall, but my heels are high 

Simple things you see are all complicated 

Look pretty young but I'm just backdated 

Substitute your lies for fact 

I see right through that Satan crap 

I look all white but my dad was black 

My fine lookin' suit's really made out of sack 

I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth 

North side of my town faced East and East was facing South 

And now you dare to look me in the eye 

Those crocodile tears that you cry 

A genuine problem, you won't try to work it out at all 

Just pass it by 

Pass it by 

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Me for him 

My coke for gin 

You for my mom 

At least I'll get my washin' done 

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