It's Hell to Be Psychic Songtext

von Camille West

I refused to get the phone today
Even after 27 rings
It would have been a bad connection
I can tell these things
I have gift with my predictions
They come naturally
And I can tell what you are thinking
But listen to me:
It's hell to be psychic
Hell to have ESP
To know the news before 11
To see the future presently
I've ruined every surprise party
My family tries to throw
And when a friend comes to visit
I never say who is it
I already know
And I could never read a whodunit
Knowing the one who done the crime
The lottery? I've won it
Lost its thrill the fourteenth time
It's hell to be psychic
Hell to have ESP
You think that you might like it
But you should see what I can see
It's hell to be psychic
Hell to have ESP
I get desperate calls from Wall Street brokers
Constantly

You want to know if you'll be married
By the following June
Want me to read your cup of tea leaves
Then psychically bend a spoon
Want me to find a cat
I'm good at that
One of my psychic specialties
I can find anything
Except for my car keys
It's hell to be psychic
Hell to have ESP
To know the news before 11
To see the future in the now and...
Holy cow
I got a signal from the cosmos
That it's almost time to go
I can sense this song is over
See...told you so