Got my hot line At the NSA. I've been certified To check e-mails all day. If you must know, What can make me go, "Oh, oh"? My job, Talking 'bout my job. I hear such hot stuff, even Heff envies me, Like their talk of Jockey vs. BVD. Don't need Democrats laying the blame On how Denny Hastert's boys Are sharing the shame. With my hot line at the NSA It's my job To check on what they've got for prey. That's my job! Talking 'bout, talking 'bout, talking 'bout My job. Gosh! My job. That's all I can talk about is my job.
Music & Original Lyric by Smokey Robinson To 'Bushie's Snooping & Bugging Policy' |