Gonna call the President Gonna call up the Private Eye Gonna get the I.R.S. Gonna need the F.B.I.
There’s not anymore that I can do All the reasons that you gave I'd follow you To where you’d lead And if that’d be The end of time, it's true
Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been wrong Wouldn’t be the last I’m sure I’ve known With 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 still held on Through all the motions, the love and the sex And that’s the truth and here’s the worst yet Would it even matter the things that I'd say You made your mind up and gone anyway And there’s no use now in dragging it on Should’ve seen it coming all along
Well it’s true... ooh I had My doubts of you
Gonna call the President Gonna call myself a Private Eye Gonna need the I.R.S. Gonna get the F.B.I.
Gonna make this a federal case Gonna wave it right down in your face Read it baby with your morning news With a sweet hangover, and the headlines too
[Guitar Solo]
I bet you think 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 livin' inside this song Feelin like I’m just too tired to care Feelin like I done more than my share Could it be the weight that I’ve carried on Like a broken record for so long
And I do Ooh, oh I’m gonna call the President, I’m gonna call a private eye Gonna get the I.R.S., Gonna need myself the F.B.I.
Ooh, what shall I do If I gave my heart to you It’s such a crime you know it’s true
[Guitar solo]
Gonna call the president Gonna get myself a private eye Gonna need the I.R.S. Gonna get the F.B.I.
Gonna make it a federal case Gonna wave it right down in your face Read it baby with your morning news With a sweet hangover, and the headlines too
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