G.F.Y.
(instrumental intro)
Don't tell me what I will do, 'cos I won't.
Don't tell me to reveal my files, 'cos I don't.
Be on my guard, better hostile and hard, don't risk detection;
My meetings with Lay are a no-go zone,
You're still looking for the real connection.
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
And I'll tell you, straight in the eye:
GFY, GFY, GFY...
Everyone wants to see what I got, what Lay got.
Nobody happy with what I got, what he got.
Bush functions like the dummy 'cause I'm his ventriloquist,
Does he say nothing himself?
Claiming privilege, my files, an ironic twist,
Is it true I'm hiding this and what else?
Come up to me with your "What did you say?"
And I'll tell you, straight in the eye:
GFY, GFY, GFY
When congress just asks, I don't tell them at all,
I want them controlled and got to keep 'em stalled.
GFY, GFY, GFY (etc.)
Writers note: Do I need to tell you what GFY means?
Hint: Go F*** Yourself
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