Along Came a Stranger

Along came a stranger,
wearing a white hat.
Asking many questions.
Know anyone like that?

Walking down Main Street,
hat in his hand,
waiting for the word,
about a life which could be grand.

Off he would go,
as he was on fire.
He wasn't, I suppose,
just a live wire.

AC or DC,
You make the choice.
One you will live,
the other you're toast.