I.R.S.

No, ah, ah
Is it true
What they say of you

Gonna call the President
Gonna call a 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 could 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, oh
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 now

Ah, ah
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 of 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
Oh, oh
Gonna call the President
Gonna call a Private Eye
Gonna need the I.R.S.
Gonna get myself the F.B.I.

Oh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you, oh
It’s such a crime you know it’s true

Gonna call the president
Gonna get myself a Private Eye
Oh, 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

There’s not anymore that I can do