Shuler Hensley feat. Nikki M. James, Daniel Hall & 'Twelfth Night' Company -
Twelfth Night (Original Public Works Cast Recording)
What Kind Of Man RU Gonna Be?
Boy, the gauntlet has been thrown
You've been challenged to a fight
This brother's out for blood
Who wants to fight me? Why?!
You've got the wrong guy!
He thinks that you've been talking smack
Behind his tattooed, muscled back
Now he's gonna make you pay
What kind of man is he, anyway?
He's the most wanted killer in Illyria
And he's here to break your neck
I forgot I have a thing, gotta go, rain-check!
Stop being such a girl
And ask yourself
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna run, run away
Or are you gonna save the day?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna freeze, or take flight
Or be a man and go to fight?
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
This kid is not messing around
He nearly bit my ear off (What!?!?)
He's a blackbelt of the highest rank
Um... nope, nevermind, no thanks
It's too late now, he's coming soon
To have his deadly way with you
I tried to talk him down
But he threw me to the ground!
I don't stand a chance, I don't wanna die
Come on and put on your big-boy pants and decide
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna run, run away
Or are you gonna save the day?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna freeze, or take flight
Or are you man enough to fight?
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
What kind of man am I gonna be?
If I fight him, he'll find out I'm no kind of man today
If I don't, they'll think I'm not much of a man, anyway
My brother is the one who could throw a punch
I was the wimpy kid who sat alone at lunch
But hey, if these pants have made me a lover
Maybe these gloves can make me a fighter!
They'll think I'm man enough to fight!
(Stay calm, stay calm)
Oh, disguise
(I miss my mom)
Could they be right?
(I'm not this type of guy)
What kind of man am I?
What kind of man is he?
What kind of man am I supposed to be?
Moment of truth, my man (Moment of truth, my man)
Push has come to shove (Push has come to shove)
So prepare, hold up your glove
Nowhere to run, so tell me son
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be!
You've been challenged to a fight
This brother's out for blood
Who wants to fight me? Why?!
You've got the wrong guy!
He thinks that you've been talking smack
Behind his tattooed, muscled back
Now he's gonna make you pay
What kind of man is he, anyway?
He's the most wanted killer in Illyria
And he's here to break your neck
I forgot I have a thing, gotta go, rain-check!
Stop being such a girl
And ask yourself
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna run, run away
Or are you gonna save the day?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna freeze, or take flight
Or be a man and go to fight?
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
This kid is not messing around
He nearly bit my ear off (What!?!?)
He's a blackbelt of the highest rank
Um... nope, nevermind, no thanks
It's too late now, he's coming soon
To have his deadly way with you
I tried to talk him down
But he threw me to the ground!
I don't stand a chance, I don't wanna die
Come on and put on your big-boy pants and decide
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna run, run away
Or are you gonna save the day?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Are you gonna freeze, or take flight
Or are you man enough to fight?
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
Woah, hey-oh-oh-oh
What kind of man am I gonna be?
If I fight him, he'll find out I'm no kind of man today
If I don't, they'll think I'm not much of a man, anyway
My brother is the one who could throw a punch
I was the wimpy kid who sat alone at lunch
But hey, if these pants have made me a lover
Maybe these gloves can make me a fighter!
They'll think I'm man enough to fight!
(Stay calm, stay calm)
Oh, disguise
(I miss my mom)
Could they be right?
(I'm not this type of guy)
What kind of man am I?
What kind of man is he?
What kind of man am I supposed to be?
Moment of truth, my man (Moment of truth, my man)
Push has come to shove (Push has come to shove)
So prepare, hold up your glove
Nowhere to run, so tell me son
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
What kind of man are you gonna be?
Gonna be, gonna be, gonna be, gonna be!
Credits
Writer(s): Lawrence Waddell, Jeffrey Allen, Stokley Williams, Keirston Lewis, Ricky Kinchen, Homer Odell
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