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So, oh ohh
Is it true?
What they say
Of you?
Gonna call the President
Gonna call a Private Eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI
There’s not anymore that I can do
All the reasons that you gave
I'd follow you
To when you plead the fifth, that’d be the end of time, its true
Wouldn’t be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last, I should have known
Through all the rumors I can tell,
Some things didn't work so well
Well anyway, it feels the same
As when you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I've been led on
Through all the emotions that I've had to take
That's the truth and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter, to think that I'd pay
You made your mind up ad hoc anyway
There's no use now in not getting on
Could've seen it coming all along
Well it’s true...ooh...I had
My doubts with you
Gonna call the President
Gonna call myself a Private Eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true now
[Finck Solo]
I bet you're thinking I'm doing this all for my health
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feelin like I've done way more than wrong
Feelin like I'm living inside of this song
Feelin like I'm just too tired to care
Feelin like I just (walked) in my share
Could it be the weight that I've carried on
Like a broken record for so long
What can I do?
Ooh, oh.
I'm gonna call the President,
I'm gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS,
Gonna need myself the FBI
Ooh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you
It's such a crime you know it's true
[Buckethead solo]
Gonna call the president
Gonna need myself a private eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right down in your face,
Read it daily with your morning news
With a sweet hangover, and the headlines true
There's not anymore that I can do
