Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away
I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwing punches around
And preaching from my chair
Well, who are you? 
I really wanna know
Tell me who are you
Cause I really wanna know
I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rolling Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of rin tin tin
I stretched back and I hiccuped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the tin pan
God, there's got to be another way
Who are you
Oh who are you
Come on tell me who are you
Who are you
I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
Who are you
Who the hell are you
Come on tell me who are you
Who are you?