Fly On The Wall:

I'm a fly on your wall
The top right corner,
I'm not in your business
I'm not an informer.

Because my cousin Vinny
Says that's what flies do,
We stick on your walls
And stare down at you.

We take it all in
Every second every word,
Then we tell everything
We think that we heard.

But my cousin Vinny
He just passed away,
For some little ole lady
He was her prey.

She stalked him down
Got within arms length,
Cousin Vinny was drunk
And didn't know his strength.

He flew out to greet her
They were face to face,
She slung her fly swatter
He vanished in space.

The next day they found him
Just a splat on the wall,
A head to head collision
Not even a close call.

But me I could careless
What's inside your mind,
Those words on your lips
I care not to find.

I do got the best chance
I'm right over your shoulder,
Truth is I'm lost
But I swear that I'm sober.

I was just flying by
At a nice steady tempo,
I couldn't slow down
Flew through your window.

So here we are now
Me a fly on your wall,
And you have not a clue
That I'm here at all.

Hey Mr Fly I see you there
Over top of my shoulder,
If you make not a move
This all will be over.

I'm not an ole lady
You might wish that I was,
When I get through with you
You want feel the love.

Before you get to me
Make me all hot and bothered,
It's time that you meet
My grandmother's ole fly swatter.