But that's not why I want to dedicate the song to the FBI. I
Mean, the job that they have to do is a drag. I mean, they have
To follow people around, you know. That's part of their job
Follow me around

I'm out on the highway and I'm drivin' down the road and I
Run out of gasoline. I pull over to the side of the road. They
Gotta pull over too - make believe that they ran out, you
KnowI go to get some gasoline. They have to figure out whether
They should stick with the car or follow me. Suppose I don't
Come back and they're stayin' with the car


And that's why tonight I'd like to dedicate it to every FBI
Man in the audience. I know you can't say nothin', you know
You can't get up and say "Hi!" cause then everybody knows
That you're an FBI man and that's a drag for you and your
Friends.