God and the FBI Lyrics

Mamma's makin' mimeos
Pete's on the stereo,
Singin' '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 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.
They 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.