This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
Hetty said, if you ask me nicely
I'll write you up well
Don't tell me twice
Quote you directly
Or pay the price
Peel off your skin like a thin veneer
If something tells you something that I didn't hear from you
Who's got the dope?
Who's got the potential?
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
Those were different days
Those were different drugs
The gold-plate palace with the half-mast flags
A chalk lined body that was full of slugs
She was trading favors for footnote plugs
Who's got the needle?
Who is fit to burst?
A morphine tattoo, an unquenchable thirst
Who's got your girlfriend?
And who had her first?
Reading her column was essential
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
She could kill a man with a single stroke
She is not the one you want to provoke
If you can't take the heat
Or you can't take a joke
Who's got the dope?
Who's got the potential?
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
If there was a gentleman caller
To a comely wench
And a snooping peeper
In a coat of trench
She'd place a line or two
At the foot of the page
A cue or a clue
To the latest rage
With your true dimensions
And your actual age
Trade a life of scandal
For a career on the stage
These little things seem inconsequential
Except to Hetty O'Hara Confidential
On the night he came home
From the debutante ball
Passed out drunk on the bathroom floor
Call-girl called after taking a peek
At the secret drawer of atomic secrets
Repeating something that I whispered about
They have to take it
But they can't dish it out
Who's cleaning up his act?
And breaking the bank?
But unfortunately didn't remember to thank me
But now the rumor is doing the rounds
That his only friends
Are villains and scoundrels
Her reputation curled like yellow smoke
She named the wrong man in the story she broke
She had an unfortunate character trait
The irresistible impulse to assassinate
But the damage you did was quite substantial
To Hetty O'Hara Confidential
They've got witch trials now
With witches to spare
And a jukebox jury full of judgement and fury
With bright neon dresses and porn star hair
She was thrown to the wolves
And the dogs and the foxes
Once they'd had their fill of shares and stocks
Their gaze is unforgiving
If your morals are lax
Pointing manicured fingers and making a mockery
With voices that sound like broken crockery
Hetty said, "I'm powerless and I feel alone"
Now everyone has a megaphone
Who's got the dope?
Who's got the potential?
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
I'll write you up well
Don't tell me twice
Quote you directly
Or pay the price
Peel off your skin like a thin veneer
If something tells you something that I didn't hear from you
Who's got the dope?
Who's got the potential?
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
Those were different days
Those were different drugs
The gold-plate palace with the half-mast flags
A chalk lined body that was full of slugs
She was trading favors for footnote plugs
Who's got the needle?
Who is fit to burst?
A morphine tattoo, an unquenchable thirst
Who's got your girlfriend?
And who had her first?
Reading her column was essential
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
She could kill a man with a single stroke
She is not the one you want to provoke
If you can't take the heat
Or you can't take a joke
Who's got the dope?
Who's got the potential?
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
If there was a gentleman caller
To a comely wench
And a snooping peeper
In a coat of trench
She'd place a line or two
At the foot of the page
A cue or a clue
To the latest rage
With your true dimensions
And your actual age
Trade a life of scandal
For a career on the stage
These little things seem inconsequential
Except to Hetty O'Hara Confidential
On the night he came home
From the debutante ball
Passed out drunk on the bathroom floor
Call-girl called after taking a peek
At the secret drawer of atomic secrets
Repeating something that I whispered about
They have to take it
But they can't dish it out
Who's cleaning up his act?
And breaking the bank?
But unfortunately didn't remember to thank me
But now the rumor is doing the rounds
That his only friends
Are villains and scoundrels
Her reputation curled like yellow smoke
She named the wrong man in the story she broke
She had an unfortunate character trait
The irresistible impulse to assassinate
But the damage you did was quite substantial
To Hetty O'Hara Confidential
They've got witch trials now
With witches to spare
And a jukebox jury full of judgement and fury
With bright neon dresses and porn star hair
She was thrown to the wolves
And the dogs and the foxes
Once they'd had their fill of shares and stocks
Their gaze is unforgiving
If your morals are lax
Pointing manicured fingers and making a mockery
With voices that sound like broken crockery
Hetty said, "I'm powerless and I feel alone"
Now everyone has a megaphone
Who's got the dope?
Who's got the potential?
Hetty O'Hara Confidential
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Hetty O'Hara Confidential Lyrics as written by Elvis Costello
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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