On a cool dark night someones coming down the street
With a smoking gun and a smile on his face
For all to see, the rest is history
But no one knows whats on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on . . .

When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
So close, so close
til the bullet gave his kiss
The world cried out loud, the rest is history
And no one knows whats on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on . . .

Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to believe that theres something more to see

Theres a man at the desk who is talking real soft
To a half dozen guys but not a word is lost
The men depart they all know what to do
With a rifle aiming through a clearing in a bush
So close, so close, but no one thinks to look

Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to believe that theres something more to see
Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
So why hold out, come on and give your testimony

On a phone connection on the other side of town
Sits a man with a pencil who doesnt make a sound
He nods his head, the rest is history
But no one knows whats on his mind
Except him and his monkey--come on, come on

When the big man fell with a secret on his lips
So close, so close
til the bullet gave his kiss

Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to know
Youve got a right to believe that theres something more to see
Than a big bunch of flowers in a cemetery
So why hold out, come on and give your testimony

On a cool dark night someones coming down the street . . .