(Peter Townshend)      You think we look pretty good together?   You think my jeans are made of leather?   Well I'm a substitute for another guy   I look pretty tall, but my heels are high   Simple things you see are all complicated   Look pretty young but I'm just backdated   Substitute your lies for fact   I see right through that Satan crap   I look all white but my dad was black   My fine lookin' suit's really made out of sack      I was born with a plastic spoon in my mouth   North side of my town faced East and East was facing South   And now you dare to look me in the eye   Those crocodile tears that you cry   A genuine problem, you won't try to work it out at all   Just pass it by   Pass it by      Substitute      Me for him   My coke for gin   You for my mom   At least I'll get my washin' done      Substitute