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 co*ks**er 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 a**hole ever manage to get in?