Versuri 13. Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)

Ha, ha, who, who 
Thought you?d get the money too 
Greedy motherfuckers 
Try to have the cake and eat it too 
 
Son of a gun 
Son of a gun 
 
You're such a romantic hero 
The way you dress and look yourself over 
It's no wonder you would ponder that image 
Of your greedy self in the mirror 
 
Go on 
 
Sharp shooter into breakin? hearts 
A baby jiggalo, a sex pistol 
Hollerin? at everything that walks 
No substance, just small talk 
 
Know why you?re feelin? on that girl?s behind 
You got a sleazy, one track mind 
Workin? your work until you think you find 
Who?s goin? home with you tonight 
 
Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? 
Who?s your next victim? 
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? 
Who you gonna leave alone? 
 
Oh, What you gonna tell her after she discovers 
You don?t really love her? 
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down 
Gun slugger shoot ?em up 
 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you 
 
Ha, ha, who, who 
Thought you?d get the money too 
Greedy motherfuckers 
Try to have the cake and eat it too 
 
Son of a gun 
 
You tell 'em, Carly 
Clouds in my coffee 
Go on 
Clouds in my coffee 
 
Ha, ha, who, who 
Thought you?d get the money too 
Greedy motherfuckers 
Try to have the cake and eat it too 
 
Sweatin? me but I?m not you?re type 
You think you irk me and you?re so right 
I?d rather keep the trash and throw you out 
Stupid bitch in my beach house 
 
No, I ain?t gonna go and act a fool 
And be the lead story on the nigga news 
Not me, sucker, I?d never be your lover 
I?d rather make you suffer, you stupid motha fucker 
 
Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? 
Who?s your next victim? 
Oh, who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? 
Who you gonna leave alone? 
 
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers 
You don?t really love her? 
Oh, it?s gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down 
Gun slugger shoot ?em up 
 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you 
 
Ha, ha, who, who 
Thought you?d get the money too 
Greedy motherfuckers 
Try to have the cake and eat it too 
  (Let's dance) 
 
You tell 'em, Carly 
 
Clouds of various shapes and sizes 
Most guys like to evaluate their prizes 
We come with so many different tricks 
The apricot scarf was worn by Nick 
Nothing in the words refer to Nick 
 
Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off 
Show me what you?re gonna do, I ain?t ?bout to run 
You have just run out of ammunition 
(I'm storm cloud, baby) 
Shootin? blanks now, you son of a gun 
   (You can roll like thunder all over me) 
 
No, no, no, no, no 
It?s not what you say, it?s what you do 
You?re so vain 
You probably think this song is about you 
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you, don?t you 
 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you 
 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
I betcha think this song is about you 
Don?t you, don?t you, don?t you 
 
Oh, go on 
 
Son of a gun 
 
Go on 
Janet and me, thick as thieves 
Never met jet but I'll venture a bet 
There's a common threat to our common dream 
Tell 'em, Carly 
And if it wasn't for that damned cream 
There'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee 
 
Who do you think you are, Rambo? 
Or a cumulonimbus cavulotus or a cirrus or an altostratus? 
Somebody to make somebody like me proud 
You tell 'em, Carly 
In the encyclopedia of clouds? 
Alright now 
No no no no 
It's not what you say, it's what you do 
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you 
 
You tell 'em, Carly 
You probably think this song is about you 
Tell 'em now 
Yeah, you probably think this song is about you 
That's right, girl 
Is about you 
Go on 
Is about you 
Go on 
Is about you 
You probably think this song is about you 
 
You son of a gun 
Son of a gun 
Son of a gun 
Son of a gun