I've got something on you, boy
I've got something on you
Whatever the good or the bad that you do
I've got something on you
Parsons and lawyers and whorehouse employers
Oh, I've got something on you
Nuns and policemen and pie makers too
You'll be sure I've got something on you
Everybody sins sometimes
God claims his price and I claim mine
And as far as I know, knowledge isn't a crime
And I've got something on you
Every fine entrepreneur will inform you
That truth's a hard burden to bear
The more the deliciously scandalous morsels
The harder it is not to share
Slander sticks to me like flies
Sad little secrets bide
But for a small consideration I'll silence those lies
Till then, you know what to do
Charlie, my pet, should you chance to forget it
I've sure got something on you
And Billy, my son, there's no place you can run
Where I won't have something on you too
You can run and you can hide
I'm not fast, but I'm single-minded
And I will persist and consistently find
That I've got something on you