He’s Gonna do A Number On You – Daniel Amos – letras

Narrator:The morning paper is not the sameA man is smiling, do you know his name?He’s shaking hands with the presidentIt almost seems as though he’s heaven sentFrenzied 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 hideYou cannot decide what to doPerson 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 hideYou cannot decide what to do, cannot decide what toThink of this guy, is there a pie in the sky?I’d hate to imply that I knewZombie like crowd:He’s got a friend, it seems there is no endTo the tricks that he’ll do, always on cueStanding in line, it’s so divineCan we choose the place, my hand or my face?Computerized clerk:Next, next, next, next…