Son Of A Gun (remix) Lyrics - Carly Simon

Ha, ha, hoo, hoo 

Thought you'd get the money, too 

Greedy motherfuckers 

Try to have the cake and eat it, too 

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 

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 find 

Who's goin' home with you tonight 

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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 âE 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, hoo, hoo 

Thought you'd get the money, too 

Greedy motherfuckers 

Try to have the cake and eat it too 

Photos 

You tell 'em, Carly 

Clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee 

Ha, ha, hoo, hoo 

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 mother 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 âE 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, hoo, hoo 

Thought you'd get the money too 

Greedy motherfuckers 

Try to have the cake and eat it too 

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 âE bout to run 

You have just run out of ammunition 

Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun 

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 âE 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 

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 God, 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 

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 Alto stratus? 

Somebody to make somebody like me proud 

In the encyclopedia of clouds, 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 

Probably think this song is about you 

Yeah, you probably think this song is about you 

Is about you, is about you 

You probably think this song is about you