Lyrics: The Fugs. CIA Man.

Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow dictators if they're Red?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can buy a government so cheap?
Change a cabinet without a squeak?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can train guerrillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can get a budget that's so great?
Who will be the 51st state?
Who has got the secret-est Service?
The one that makes the other Service nervous?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can take the sugar from its sack
Pour in LSD and put it back?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can mine the harbors Nicaragua?
Out hit all the hitmen of Chicag-ua.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can be so overtly covert?
Sometimes even covertly overt
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who's the agency well-known to God?
The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
Fucking-a man! CIA Man!
CIA Man! CIA Man!
CIA Man! CIA Man!
CIA Man!

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