Son of a gun (i betcha think this song is about you)

Ha ha Hoo hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers Try to have their cake and eat it too Carly Simon (speaking): 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 Janet Jackson: Sharp shooter into breakin hearts Baby gigolo, Sex pistol Hollerin at everythin that walks No substance just small talk Now why you feelin on that girl's behind You gotta sleezy one track mind Working your work until you think you'll find Who's goin home with you tonight Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up Janet and Carly: 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 Don't you Haha Hoohoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers Try to have their cake and eat it too. Carly: Clouds in my coffee, Clouds in my coffee (Haha Hoohoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too) Janet: Sweatin me but I'm not your type You think your irkin me and you're so right I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out Stupid bitch in my beach house Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool And be lead story on nigga news Not me sucker I'll never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer You stupid motherfucker Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up Janet and Carly: 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 Don't you HaHa Hoohoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too Carly(speaking): Clouds of various shapes and sizes Most guys like to evaulate their prizes We come with so many different tricks The apricot scarf was worn by Nick Nothing in the words refer to Mick Janet: Gotta chip upon your shoulder I just knocked it off Show me what you gonna do I ain't bout to run You have just run out of ammunition Shootin blanks now You son of a gun Oh, who you 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 ya gonna tell her After she discovers You don't really love her Oh, gonna be a showdown Knock down, drag out Gunslinger shoot 'em up Janet and Carly: 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 Don't you (repeat) Carly(speaking): Janet and me, thick as thieves Never met Jett, but I'll venture a bet There's a common threat to our common dreams And if it wasn't for that damn cream there'd be no Clouds in my coffee Clouds in my coffee Who do you think you are, Rambo? Or a cumulonimbus capulatas? Or a sirrus or an altostratus? Somebody didn't 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 And you're so vain You probably think this song is about you Probably think this song is about you Yeah, probably think this song is about you