Who lyrics

A mobile means to make the time A whirlwind half mast the senses Shaking your own brand of rhyme Shaking your own brand of rhyme On wide avenues the air moves the sound Cruising around Who makes the minutes move The postmeridian new Who Who else but you With gypsy scarf and an old world mouth A mojo hand brought up from the south Shaking in your own brand of rhyme Shaking in your own brand of rhyme On wide avenues the air moves the sound Cruising around Who makes the minutes move The postmeridian new Eye level with Goliath's shoes Spitting out these well worn blues Eye level with Goliath's shoes Spitting out these well worn blues