Gonna call the President
Gonna call in the Private I
Gonna get the IRS
Gonna need the FBI

There’s not anymore that I can do
All the legions said to me
I’ll follow you
When you plead the fifth, that’d be anytime it’s true

Wouldn’t be the first time I've been wrong
Wouldn't be the last time should I’m gone
All the rumors I can tell,
Something’s didn't work so well

With any way, it feels the same

When you first told me you were gone
So long ago, but I've been here long
To all the luck gettin out of the debt (wreck)
A fact that you've got to hear worst yet
When I need another favorite I take
It means you might have been caught anyway
Can’t believe that I was out there at all
Couldn’t see it coming all along

Well it’s true...ooh...I am,
But don’t forget
Gonna call the President
Gonna call myself a Private I
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make this a federal case
Gonna wave it right there out in your face
Repeat it with your morning anew
With Police, hang over, and their headlines true now
[Finck Solo]

I've been too sure to offer my help
I set it up again dressed as somebody else
If I’m stumbling along the wall (road)
Feel like I'll never get ya out of this song
Well I'm just too sad to kill
Maybe like I just walked in my skin (shit/sin?)
They'll be waiting on me I know
Like a broken record for so long

What can I do?
Ooh, oh.
I'm Gonna call the President,
I'm gonna call a private I
Gonna get the IRS,
Gonna get myself the FBI.

((PS to me it seems here a part of the song has been edited out)

ooh, what shall I do
If I gave my heart to you
It's such a crime you now it's true (it too)

[Bucket solo]

Gonna call the president
Gonna make myself a private I
Gonna need the IRS
Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make it a federal case
Gonna wave it right there out in your face
Repeat it with your morning anew
And the police, hang over, and their headlines true

There's not anymore that I can do