[Verse 1]
Mamma's makin' mimeos, Pete's on the stereo
Singing 'bout freedom, bugs in the bedroom
Big investigation—danger to the nation
Search and seizure, better buy a lawyer
"We know you're a member
Saw you under cover
Are you hiding evidence?"
None of this makes any sense
[Chorus]
They called the FBI (FBI)
I had to disappear
Called the T-men, G-men, see-you-at-the-scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no place for a face to hide
From God and the FBI
[Verse 2]
Commies, pinkos, reds at the windows
Foreign agitators running elevators
J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu
Investigating anyone who thinks like a-you
Welcome to the fifties
You look a little shifty
Mamma's makin' mimeos, Pete's on the stereo
Singing 'bout freedom, bugs in the bedroom
Big investigation—danger to the nation
Search and seizure, better buy a lawyer
"We know you're a member
Saw you under cover
Are you hiding evidence?"
None of this makes any sense
[Chorus]
They called the FBI (FBI)
I had to disappear
Called the T-men, G-men, see-you-at-the-scene men
Told 'em I was hiding here
They could fingerprint my heart
I knew it from the start
Ain't no place for a face to hide
From God and the FBI
[Verse 2]
Commies, pinkos, reds at the windows
Foreign agitators running elevators
J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu
Investigating anyone who thinks like a-you
Welcome to the fifties
You look a little shifty
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