Smoking Gun
I get a constant busy signal
When I call you on the phone
I get a strong uneasy feeling
Youve not sitting there alone
Im having nasty nasty visions
And baby youve in every one
And Im so afraid Im gonna find you with
The so-called smoking gun
Maybe you want to end it
You had your fill of my telephone
But you dont know how to tell me
And you know that Im not that dumb
I put two and two together and
We know thats not an even sum
And I know just where to catch you with
That well known smoking gun
Im standing here bewildered
I cant remembered just what I done
I can hear the sirens whining
My eyes blinded by the sun
I know I should be running
My hearts beating just like a drum
Now theyre knock me down and taken it
The still hot smoking gun