Son of a Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)

Lyrics

[Intro: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon] Ha, ha, hoo, hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too Son of a gun Son of a gun 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 (Go on) [Verse 1: Janet Jackson] Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts A baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin' at everything that walks (Uh) 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 think you find Who's goin' home with you tonight? [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson] 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 showdown, knock down, drag out Gun slingers, shoot 'em up [Chorus: Carly Simon & Janet Jackson] I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you (I bet you) I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you Don't you, don't you, don't you? [Refrain: Janet Jackson] Ha, ha, hoo, hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too Son of a gun Son of a gun [Interlude: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon] You tell 'em, Carly Clouds in my coffee (Go on) Clouds in my coffee [Refrain: Janet Jackson] Ha, ha, hoo, hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too [Verse 2: Janet Jackson] Sweatin' me but I'm not your type You think you 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 gonna go and act a fool And be the lead story on the nigga news Never me, sucker, I'll never be your lover I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motherfucker [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson] 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 (Uh) After she discovers you don't really love her? Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag out Gun slingers, shoot 'em up [Chorus: Carly Simon & Janet Jackson] I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you Don't you, don't you, don't you? [Refrain: Janet Jackson] Ha, ha, hoo, hoo Thought you'd get the money too Greedy motherfuckers try to have their cake and eat it too (Let's dance) [Interlude: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon] You tell 'em, Carly Clouds of various shapes and sizes Most guys like to evaluate their prizes (Alright, now) We come with so many different tricks The apricot scarf was worn by Nick Nothing in the words refer to Mick [Bridge: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon] Gotta chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't 'bout to run You have just run out of ammunition (I'm storm cloud, baby) Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun (You can roll like thunder all over me) [Pre-Chorus: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon] Oh, who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim? (No, no, no, no, no) Oh, who you gonna lie to? (It's not what you say, its what you do) Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (You're so vain, (Go on) you probably think this song is about you) Oh, what you gonna tell her After she discovers you don't really love her? (Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you?) Oh, it's gonna be a showdown, knockdown, drag down Gun slingers, shoot 'em up [Chorus: Carly Simon & Janet Jackson] I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you (I bet you) I betcha think this song is about you I betcha think this song is about you (Don't you) I betcha think this song is about you (I bet 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 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I betcha think this song is about you (I bet 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? [Outro: Janet Jackson & Carly Simon] I'm gone Son of a gun 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 (You tell 'em, Carly) And if it wasn't for that damned cream, there'd be no clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee (Come on; ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) Who do you think you are, Rambo? Or a cumulonimbus capillatus or a cirrus or an altostratus? Somebody to make somebody like me proud in the encyclopedia of clouds? (You tell 'em, Carly) (Alright now) 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 (Go on) (You tell 'em, Carly) You probably think this song is about you (Don't hurt him now) Yeah, you probably think this song is about you (That's my girl) Is about you (Go on) Is about you (Go on) You probably think this song is about you You son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun