The name of this song is, "Dickie's Such An Asshole," and cancel that for television too, and here's how, here's how the ending goes, and you can sing along. It goes:
DICKIE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE Sincerely, Dick, we mean it! Wee-ooo
FZ: Alright, we don't need to practice that, you know, I'm sure you got the lick down just like "El Monte," I'll show you where it comes. It's right at the end of the song, just where all those endings belong.
One 'n one is eleven! Two 'n two is twenty-two! Won't somebody kindly tell me, What the government's tryin' t' do... Dickie's just too tricky For a chump like me to use Well, you'd take that sub-committee serious, boy You might get a seizure from the evenin' news
Well, yeah, yeah, Millions 'n millions of dollars... Much as he might need... He could open up a chain of motels, people, On the highway, yes indeed!
Quadrophonic desperation! You know, there'd be a cable all under your bed Well, if you just might break some wind in your slumber The FBI is gonna get your number
GONNA GET YA GONNA GET YA GONNA JUMP UP THE SUB-COMMITTEE AND GET YA!
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI DONE GOT YOUR NUMBER THE FBI DONE GOT YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER THE FBI GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER GONNA GET YOUR NUMBER
Tryin' not to worry Tryin' not to care But you know, I get delighted When some microphone's not there
Can't have no private conversations Nowhere In the USA Can't wait 'til the rest of the people all over the world Find out that their government Is just the same ol' way Yeah, every day...
Let me tell you one thing right now Let me tell you one thing right here Let me make this perfectly clear Let me tell you 'bout this right here You know you put me in office So you must have wanted me in office I've did you no harm You know I'm not a crook You know I'm innocent I had twenty-five tapes I only have ten I don't know what happened to the rest Musta gave 'em to a friend Bebe Somebody Ronald Somebody Who Was it? Who?
We know you're not a crook We know you're not a crook All we wanna say is one more thing now:
The gangster stepped right up, Kissed him on the lip good-bye Made him a cocksucker by proxy, yes he did, An' he didn't even bat an eye!
The man in the White House – oh! He's got a conscience – oh! He's got a conscience as black as sin! There's just one thing I wanna know – How'd that asshole ever manage to get in?
FZ: Here it comes, ladies and gentlemen, sing right along
DICKIE'S SUCH AN ASSHOLE Sincerely, Dick, we mean it Wee-ooo