Dickie's Such An Asshole

One 'n one is eleven!

Two 'n two is twenty-two!

Won't somebody kindly tell me,

What's the government is tryin' t' do...

Dickie's just to tricky

For a chump like me to use

You take that sub-committee seriously, boy

You could get a seizure from the evenin' news



Millions 'n millions of dollars...

Much as he might need...

He could open up a chain of motels, people

On the highway, yes indeed!



Quadrafonic desperation!

Just might be some confinement loaf all up under your bed

If you just might pinch a little loaf in your slumber

The FBI gonna get your number

THE FBI

GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER

THE FBI

GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER

etc.



Tryin' not to worry

Tryin' not to care

But you know, I get delighted

When that soup goes over there



Can't have no private conversation

Nowhere

In the USA

Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the the world

Find out their government

Is just the same ol' way

Every day...



The gangster stepped right up,

'N kissed him on the lips good-bye

Made him a cocksucker by proxy, yes he did,

An' he didn't even bat an eye!



The man in the White House -- oooh!

He's got a conscience black as sin!

There's just one thing I wanna know --

How'd that asshole ever manage to get in?


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