Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)

(album: All For You - 2001)

[Janet Jackson (Carly Simon):]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their 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 preening self in the mirror)
Go on

[Janet Jackson:]
Sharpshooter into breaking hearts
A baby gigolo, a sex pistol
Hollering at everything that walks
No substance, just small talk
Know why you're feeling on that girl's behind
You got a sleazy, one track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Who's going 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 showdown, knock down, drag out
Gun-slinging, shoot 'em up

[Carly Simon & Janet Jackson:]
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you (I betcha)
I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah, yeah)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?

[Janet Jackson:]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

[Janet Jackson (Carly Simon):]
You tell 'em, Carly
(Clouds in my coffee)
Go on
(Clouds in my coffee)

[Janet Jackson:]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too

Sweating me but I'm not your type
You think you irking 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
Never me, sucker, I'd never be your lover
I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker

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 showdown, knockdown, drag out
Gun-slinging, shoot 'em up

[Carly Simon & Janet Jackson:]
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah, yeah)
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you, don't you, don't you?

[Janet Jackson:]
Ha, ha, who, who
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy motherfuckers
Try to have their cake and eat it too (Let's dance)

[Janet Jackson (Carly Simon):]
You tell 'em, Carly
(Clouds of various shapes and sizes)
(Most guys like to evaluate their prizes)
Alright now
(We come with so many different tricks)
(The apricot scarf was worn by Nick)
(Nothing in the words refer to Mick)

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)
Shooting blanks now, you son of a gun
(You can roll like thunder all over me)

Oh, who you gonna give it to?
Who you gonna steal it from?
Who's your next victim?
(No, no, no, no, no)
Oh, who you gonna lie to?
(It's not what you say, it's what you do)
Who you gonna cheat on?
Who you gonna leave alone?
(You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you)
Oh, what you gonna tell her after she discovers
You don't really love her?
(Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you?)
Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag down
Gun slugger, shoot 'em up

[Carly Simon (Janet Jackson):]
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I betcha think this song is about you
I bet you think
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
(Don't you)
I betcha think this song is about you
(I bet 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
(Yeah yeah yeah)
I betcha think this song is about you
(Bet you think)
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
(Don't you?)
I betcha think this song is about you
(I bet 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?

[Janet Jackson (Carly Simon):]
I'm gone
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)
Ha ha ha ha ha
(Who do you think you are, Rambo?)
(Or a cumulonimbus capillatus 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)
Go on
(You probably think this song is about you)
You tell 'em, Carly
(You probably think this song is about you)
Don't hurt him now
(Yeah, you probably think this song is about you)
That's my girl
(Is about you)
Go on
(Is about you)
Go on
(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