Janis Ian — God & the FBI

[Verse 1] Mamma's makin' mimeos, Pete's on the stereo Singing '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 of this makes any sense [Chorus] 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 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 [Verse 2] Commies, pinkos, reds at the windows Foreign agitators running elevators J. Edgar Hoover in a pink tutu Investigating anyone who thinks like a-you Welcome to the fifties You look a little shifty [Chorus] They called the FBI (FBI) I had to disappear They called the T-men, G-men, DNA-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 [Post-Chorus] (Ha, ha, ha) [Verse 3] 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" [Chorus] 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