Grunky Funk: Music
Nsa
(Grunky Funk)
NSA
On the phone the other night
Conversing of things the good lord would smite
She’s a brown-eyed girl
With dark long curls
She’s the pastor’s wife
And the lust of my life
Now it’s a sin, I know,
The good book tells it so.
But I was shocked and surprised
My Phone was bugged by spies.
The NSA said they’d made a mistake,
Bugged my phone, not some Arab Sheik’s
It’s publicized and televised,
The NSA’s done blown our disguise.
My wife’s been told, and now the pastor knows,
Kicked me out of church and broke my nose.
I don’t mind government snoops
Spying on al Kaida and them liberal groups
But I’m a NASCAR fan, vote republican.
Why’d they spy on me, not Mohammad Ali?
Broken-up Affairs by the NSA,
Getting my email, and every word I say,
Looking for nukes and insurgencies,
They got my dirty phone-sex fantasies.
Surfin’ the web all alone and perplexed,
Thought I’d google chicks and some cyber sex.
Little did I know Uncle Sam was in town,
Disguised as Edgar Hoover and donning a gown.
I don’t mind government spies,
Exposing terror threats and liberal lies.
But why’d they spy on me and my browser history,
Delete my big porno potpourri?
Broken-up Affairs by the NSA,
Getting my email, and every word I say,
Looking for nukes and insurgencies,
They got my dirty phone-sex fantasies.