Who?

Around the bend with every task
Slam through and past the end. Feeling free
Sound of Pete Townshend asking
“Can You See the Real Me?”

Uh whoops, most scope those notes as “The Who”
But while Daltry sang, Townshend wrote-- credit is due
Scrub my blues. Muddled truth? “Substitute”

“You think we look pretty good together
You think my shoes are made of leather
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 back-dated, yeah

Substitute, your lies for facts.
I see right through your plastic mac
I look all white but my dad was black.
My fine looking suit is really made out of sack."

--Substitute, the Who

You think we look pretty good together
They took no pity on my hood, whatever.
You think my shoes are made of leather
On the brink of losing, so I'm untethered
But I'm a substitute for another guy
I flubbed it in the gutter and nearly died
I look pretty tall but my heels are high  
The city calls for me to reveal its disguise
The simple things you see are all complicated
I crimp and roll, swing when all are baited
I look pretty young but I'm just back-dated, yeah.
I fit Jung's archetypes as fated? Meh.

Substitute, your lies for facts.
Rub this brute! Is all my eyes ask.
I see right through your plastic mac
Me? I'm due to catch some flack.
I look all white but my dad was black.
I was shook all night, when your mom came back!
My fine-looking suit is really made out of sack.”
Wilding and spew silly weight on tracks!

Clowning mends reverence to bask!
Around the bend with every task

Ram into humanity's zoo, gasps tend to be reeling after me!
Slam through and past the end. Feeling free

Astound complete in frenzies clashing!
Sound of Pete Townshend asking
“Can You See the Real Me?”