This is no joke my friend
Don’t laugh at me now
The CIA is after me
And I need a way out

They follow me daily
And know my routine
They like to take pictures
When I walk down the street

I wear a tinfoil hat
While I fall asleep
So their thought rays won’t intrude
My beautiful dreams

Go ahead and laugh
It may be funny you think
But they are spying on me with cameras
Inside my bathroom sink

I have thought chips in my head
And electronic gadgets under my skin
I feel like the bionic man
With a hat made of tin

Ignorance is bliss
But I know the truth
That the CIA is after me
And will soon be after you