I.R.S. [Greek translation]

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 give

I'd follow you

To where you'd lead

And if that’d be

The end of time it's true

Wouldn't be the first time I been wrong

Wouldn't be the last

I sure I’ve known

With all the rumors I could tell

Somethings 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 motions the love and the sex

And that's the truth an’ here's the worst yet

Would it even mattered the things that I'd say

You made your mind up and gone anyway

And there's no use now in draggin' it on

Shoulda seen it comin' all along

Well it's true

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

I bet you think I'm doin' this all for my health

I shoulda looked again babe at somebody else

Feelin' like I'm 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 done more than my share

Could it be the way that I've carried on

Like a broken record for so long

And I do

Oh, oh

Gonna call the president

Gonna call a private eye

Gonna get the IRS

Gonna get myself the FBI

Ooh, what shall I do

If I…

Gave my heart to you, oh

It's such a crime

You know it's true

Gonna call the president

Gonna get 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

There's not anymore

That I can do