Text: Weird Al Yankovic. Alpocalypse. Party In The Cia.

I moved out to Langley recently
with a plain and simple dream
want to infiltrate some third world place
and topple their regime
those men in black with their matching suitcases
where everything's on a need to know basis
agents got that swagger
everyone's so cloak and dagger
I'm feeling nervous but I'm really kinda wishing
for an undercover mission
that's when the red alert came on the radio
and I put my ear piece on
got my dark sunglasses on
and I had my weapon drawn

so I got my handcuffs
my cyanide pills
my classified dossier
tapping the phones like yeah
shredding the files like yeah
I memorized all the enemy spies I gotta neutralize today
yeah it's a party in the CIA

I've done a couple of crazy things that have almost got me dismissed
like terminate some head of state that wasn't even on my list
burn that microfilm, buddy, will you?
I'd tell you why but then I'd have to kill you
you need a quickie confession?
will start a water boarding session

no hurry on that South American dictator
I'll assassinate him later
that's when he walked in my laser sights
and my silencer was on
and my silencer was on
and another target's gone
yeah we got our black ops all over the world
from Kazakhstan to Bombay
paying the bribes like yeah
plugging the leaks like yeah
interrogating the scum of the earth
we'll break 'em by the break of day
yeah it's a party in the CIA
yeah it's a party in the CIA

need a country to stabilize
look no further we're your guys
we've got snazzy suits and ties
and a better dental plan than the FBI's

better put your hands up and get in the van
we're also getting blown away
staging a coup like yeah
brainwashing moles like yeah
we only torture the folks we don't like
you're probably gonna be OK
yeah it's a party in the CIA
yeah it's a party in the CIA