Ooh, is it true?
What they say of you?

Gonna call the President
Gonna call a Private Eye
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI

There's not anymore that I can do
All the reasons that you gave, I'll follow you
To when you plead the fifth, 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 should have known
With all the rumors I can 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 emotions that I've had to take
And that's the truth and here's the worst yet
Wouldn't even matter the things that I say
You've made your mind up and gone anyway
There's no use now in not getting on
Should've seen it coming all along

Well it's true, ooh
I am forgotten, yeah

Gonna call the President
Gonna call myself a Private Eye
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
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

I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health
I should've looked again then at somebody else
Feelin' like I 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 carried on
Like a broken record for so long
And I do, ooh, oh

Gonna call the President
Gonna call a private eye
Gonna get the IRS,
Gonna need myself the FBI

Ooh, what shall I do if I gave my heart to you?
It's such a crime you know it's true

Gonna call the president
Gonna need myself a private eye
Ooh, gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI
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.