One 'n one is eleven!
Two 'n two is twenty-two!
Won't somebody kindly tell me
What the government's tryin' t' do . .
Dickie's just too tricky
For a chump like me to use, yeah
Well, you'd take that sub-committee serious, boy
You might get a seizure from the evenin' news

Well
Millions 'n millions of dollars . .
Much as he might need . .
He could open up a chain of motels, people
On the highway, yes indeed!
Quadrophonic desperation!
You know, there'd be a cable all under your bed
Well, if you just might break some wind in your slumber
The FBI is gonna get your number

GONNA GET YA
GONNA GET YA
GONNA JUMP UP THE SUB-COMMITTEE AND GET YA!

Gonna get your number
The FBI
Gonna get your number
The FBI
Gonna get your number
The FBI
Gonna get your number
The FBI
Done got your number
The FBI
Done got your number
The FBI
Gonna get your number
The FBI
Gonna get your number
Gonna get your number
Gonna get your number
I'm tryin' not to worry
You know, you know I'm tryin' not to care
But you know, I get delighted
When some microphone's not there
Can't have no private conversations
Nowhere
In the USA
Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the world
Find out that their government
Is just the same ol' . .

Wanna tell you one thing right now
Wanna tell you one thing right here
Wanna tell you about the government
Wanna tell you about the sin of government
World wide government
Everywhere
Tricky
Dickie
Full tricky
Cheating on you
Lying to you
Everyday
Every night
In the morning
In the evening
All the time
Everytime
You think
He's telling you the truth
You know what's wrong
You know what's right
You think it's right
You know what's wrong
You think
You dream about the things that's gonna happen but they never happen because everything that's right to you
Cheating to you
Trying to tell you what they gonna do but never doing what they really say
Let me tell you one more thing
Of the man they call Tricky
And he's tricky
That's why they call him Tricky
And his name is Dickie
But he's still tricky
One more thing
I wanna say right here
Cheating on you
Lying to you
Trying to get your name
Trying to get your number
Trying to find out where you're going
Where you're coming from
What you're gonna do
What you're thinking about
What you think you're gonna do
What you're thinking about every day and every night every time you get up in the morning
Don't you know . .

They cheated
They lied
They said they had my number
Yeah, they cheated
You know they lied
They said that they wanna be
Now I wanna tell you one more thing
Bebe Rebozo
Tricky Dickie
Everybody in the world
Gonna listen right now
If you don't wanna
Go through this anymore
If you want
True
True
True
True
Hey
True, true, true . .
What you want
True, hey
What you want
True, hey
What you want
True, hey
What you want
True, hey
What you want
True, hey . .

Well . .
All them big shots got all the money
Switzerland and everywhere
They're strictly from commercial
And if you find out they don't care
Oh Lord! (Oh Lord)
Oh Lord! (Oh Lord)
Oh Lord (Oh Lord)
Oh Lord, Oh Lord (Oh Lord)
Oh Lord (Oh Lord)
Oh Lord, Oh Lord (Oh Lord)
Oh Lord, Oh Lord
Please . .
Please don't make no reservation
In the GOP for me
Just take that San Clemente Magnetic Deviation
And make it say No Vacancy

Here it comes, folks!

DICKIE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE
We mean it, Dick
Wee-ooo

Good night!