That Guy

Who's that guy with the light in his eye
Old-fashioned face and the terrible tie?
I want to know
Who's that there with the messy brown hair
Arms all folded, leanin' back in his chair
Where is he from?

Well he's probably just some scoundrel
On his way out of town
And he's probably got some woman
Cryin' to her mama how he done let her down
But I want to know, cause I surely know
That that man, he oughta be mine
I want to know that guy

So, who's the man with the hard-workin' hands
Askin the old lady if she'd care for a dance -
She lights up like a kid
I mean him, nursin' whiskeys and gins
It's evident that small-talk is just torture for him:
He cuts to my quick

Well he's probably just some scoundrel
On his way out of town
And he's probably got some woman
Cryin' to her mama how he done let her down
But I want to know, cause I surely know
That that man, he oughta be mine
I want to know, so I'm gonna know
That guy