A crack in the door A slit in the vines A hole in the fence So easy to find.
People doing people things Whatever that might be They go on about their business Too wrapped up to see In the shadows, My unblinking eye, I love the secretive life
I hide in the park Behind a bush I see runners and skaters And a half naked man Showing off his tattoos
And I see old Mr. Gray With his bad toupee With some dumb girl about half his age
People doing (definitely not his wife) people things Are calling out to me They're so funny I could almost cry I love the Secretive Life
There's Johnny's dad On his third martini And his nose is getting bigger As I watch through the kitchen window They really oughta close those blinds
And under my coat I got a micro-recorder, A pad, and a pencil, And a picture of you I can't believe you did that
I see two love birds walking by With that sick and dreamy Look in their eye
And there's a big fat cop With a Magnum mustache Trying so hard to look mean
People doing (But he doesn't see that man across the street) People things (Stealing a bicycle) Whatever that may be They may look in my direction But they never see In the shadows my unblinking eye I love the Secretive Life
You know what'll happen If you're mean to me I'll write it all down For everyone to see And I'll put it in a song And I won't change your name I got no shame
