I carry my microphone with me
  Everywhere I go
  It makes for a very good deadweight
  In case of an emergency
  In case I need to break your face
  In case I need you to be dead
    Who do you think you are
  Who do I think you are
  I know who you are
  And it's hard to believe that God made you and me
  With the same hands, with the same hands
    Ah, sit
  I tell my doggie to sit
  But I am not a dog
  But you make the animal in me
  Want to come out all over you
    Who do you think you are
  Who do I think you are
  I know who you are
  And it's hard to believe God made you and me
  With the same hands
  With the same hands
    Who do you think you are
  Who do I think you are
  I know
    Who do you think you are
  Who do I think you are
  I know who you are
  And it's hard to believe that God made you and me
  With the same hands
  With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)
  With the same hands (with the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)
  (With the same hands, with the same hands, with the same hands)
    And it's hard to believe that I'm still a believer