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Mamma's makin' mimeosPete's on the stereo, Singin' 'bout freedomBugs in the bedroom, Big investigationDanger to the nation Search and seizureBetter buy a lawyer, "We know you're a member, saw you under cover. Are you hiding evidence?" None o' this makes any sense. 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 hidin' 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. Commies, Pinkos, Reds at the windows. Foreign agitators runnin' elevators. J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu. Investigatin' anyone who thinks like a-you. Welcome to the fifties, you look a little shifty. They called the FBI (FBI), I had to disappear. They called the T-men, G-men, bein' at the scene, men. Told 'em I was hiding here. Letras de cancionesThey could fingerprint my heart, I knew it from the start. Ain't no hole for a soul to hide from God and the FBI. (Ha, ha, ha.) Stay flat, don't rat. What's a Proletariat? Stalin was a Democrat. Washington is where it's at! Every politician is a sewer of ambition. Hide me, hide you, better hide the baby too. "We demand an interview. How long have you been a Jew? We can make you testify, freedom is no alibi." They called the FBI (FBI), I had to disappear. They 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. From Letras Mania