Man, man, dude looks like a lady Man, man, dude looks like a writer Cursed it's a loophole on the show A picture graced the ground on the door See a long lost lover for spite Maybe, maybe you're wrong But you know it's alright, that's right Backstage we were having the time Of our lives until somebody said Forgive me if I seem out of line And then she whipped out a gun And tried to blow me away Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Never judge a book by its cover Or who you're gonna love by your lover Said love proved me wise to a love in disguise She had the body of a Venus that imagined man's surprise Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Baby let me follow you Let me take a peek, dear Baby let me follow you Do it, do it, do it all night Baby let me follow you Turn the other cheek, dear Baby let me follow you Through me, through me, through me, through me, yeah Ooh, what a funky lady Ooh, she like it, like it, like it like that Ooh, he was a lady Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Dude looks like a lady Dude looks like a writer Dude looks like a writer