Lyrics of Song Dickies 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?