"God and the FBI" as written by and Janis Ian....
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.


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