I.R.S. Lyrics

Ah, ah
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'd follow you
So when you lead them in, that'll 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 emotions, the love and the sex
And that's the truth, and here's the worst yet

Wouldn't it even mattered the things that I'd say
You've 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....ooh....
I had,
My doubts of you

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

- Solo -

Oh oh
Oh oh

I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health
I should've looked again babe 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've done more than my share
Could've been the weight that I carried on
Like a broken record for so long

And I do
Ooh, ooh,

I'm gonna call the President,
Gonna call a private Eye
Gonna get the IRS,
Gonna need myself the FBI.

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

- Solo -

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 the sweet hangover
and the headlines too

There's not anymore that I can do