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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Who
The Who
Performer
Roger Daltrey
Roger Daltrey
Vocals
Pete Townshend
Pete Townshend
Electric Guitar
John Entwistle
John Entwistle
Bass Guitar
Keith Moon
Keith Moon
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Townshend
Pete Townshend
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Who
The Who
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
[Verse 2]
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall, but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just backdated, yeah
[Verse 3]
(Substitute) Your lies for fact
(Substitute) I see right through your plastic mac
(Substitute) I look all white, but my dad was black
(Substitute) My fine looking suit is really made out of sack
[Verse 4]
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by
[Verse 5]
(Substitute) Me for him
(Substitute) My Coke for gin
(Substitute) You for my mum
(Substitute) At least I'll get my washing done
[Verse 6]
I'm a substitute for another guy
I look pretty tall, but my heels are high
The simple things you see are all complicated
I look pretty young, but I'm just backdated, yeah
[Verse 7]
I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth
The north side of my town faced east and the east was facing south
And now you dare to look me in the eye
Those crocodile tears are what you cry
It's a genuine problem, you won't try
To work it out at all, just pass it by, pass it by
[Verse 8]
(Substitute) Me for him
(Substitute) My Coke for gin
(Substitute) You for my mum
(Substitute) At least I'll get my washing done
[Verse 9]
(Substitute) Your lies for fact
(Substitute) I see right through your plastic mac
(Substitute) I look all white, but my dad was black
(Substitute) My fine looking suit is really made out of sack
Written by: Pete Townshend
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