Jill Sobule - The Secretive Life Lyrics
A crack in the doorA slit in the vinesA hole in the fenceSo easy to find.People doing people thingsWhatever that might beThey go on about their businessToo wrapped up to seeIn the shadows,My unblinking eye,I love the secretive lifeI hide in the parkBehind a bushI see runners and skatersAnd a half ***** manShowing off his tattoosAnd I see old Mr. GrayWith his bad toupeeWith some dumb girl about half his agePeople doing (definitely not his wife) people thingsAre calling out to meThey're so funny I could almost cryI love the Secretive LifeThere's Johnny's dadOn his third martiniAnd his nose is getting biggerAs I watch through the kitchen windowThey really oughta close those blindsAnd under my coatI got a micro-recorder,A pad, and a pencil,And a picture of youI can't believe you did thatI see two love birds walking byWith that sick and dreamyLook in their eyeAnd there's a big fat copWith a Magnum mustacheTrying so hard to look meanPeople doing(But he doesn't see that man across the street)People things(Stealing a bicycle)Whatever that may beThey may look in my directionBut they never seeIn the shadows my unblinking eyeI love the Secretive LifeYou know what'll happenIf you're mean to meI'll write it all downFor everyone to seeAnd I'll put it in a songAnd I won't change your nameI got no shame
