"Skeletons" lyrics
Skeletons in your closet
Itching to come outside
Messing with your conscience
In a way your face can't hide
Oh things are getting real funky
Down at the old corral
And it's not the skunks that are stinking
It's the stinking lies you tell
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white one turns into a black one
So, it's getting ready to blow
It's getting ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We're getting ready to know
It's getting ready to drop
It's getting ready to shock
Somebody done turned up the heater
And it's getting ready to pop
Crevices in your pantry
Now what do we have in here
Having a day time nightmare
Has always been your biggest fear
Oh things are getting real crucial
Up the old wazoo
Yet you cry, why am I the victim?
When the culprit's Y-O-U
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white one turns into a black one
So, it's getting ready to blow
It's getting ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We're getting ready to know
It's getting ready to drop
It's getting ready to shock
Somebody done turning the heater
And it's getting ready to pop
It's getting ready to seep
You're getting ready to freak
Somebody done picked up the talk box
And getting ready to speak
It's getting ready to jive
It's getting ready to gel
Somebody done gone let the lid off
And it's getting ready to smell
They're getting ready to deal
You're getting ready to ill
Somebody done just dropped the big dime
And they're getting ready to squeal
It's getting ready to turn
We're getting ready to learn
Somebody done fired up the brimstone
And you're getting ready to burn
It's getting ready to shake
You're getting ready to ache
Somebody done snitched to the news crew
And it's getting ready to break
You're getting ready to lie
They're getting ready to spy
Somebody' s been put on the hot seat
And you're getting ready to fry
Itching to come outside
Messing with your conscience
In a way your face can't hide
Oh things are getting real funky
Down at the old corral
And it's not the skunks that are stinking
It's the stinking lies you tell
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white one turns into a black one
So, it's getting ready to blow
It's getting ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We're getting ready to know
It's getting ready to drop
It's getting ready to shock
Somebody done turned up the heater
And it's getting ready to pop
Crevices in your pantry
Now what do we have in here
Having a day time nightmare
Has always been your biggest fear
Oh things are getting real crucial
Up the old wazoo
Yet you cry, why am I the victim?
When the culprit's Y-O-U
What did your mama tell you about lies
She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lies
He said one white one turns into a black one
So, it's getting ready to blow
It's getting ready to show
Somebody shot off at the mouth and
We're getting ready to know
It's getting ready to drop
It's getting ready to shock
Somebody done turning the heater
And it's getting ready to pop
It's getting ready to seep
You're getting ready to freak
Somebody done picked up the talk box
And getting ready to speak
It's getting ready to jive
It's getting ready to gel
Somebody done gone let the lid off
And it's getting ready to smell
They're getting ready to deal
You're getting ready to ill
Somebody done just dropped the big dime
And they're getting ready to squeal
It's getting ready to turn
We're getting ready to learn
Somebody done fired up the brimstone
And you're getting ready to burn
It's getting ready to shake
You're getting ready to ache
Somebody done snitched to the news crew
And it's getting ready to break
You're getting ready to lie
They're getting ready to spy
Somebody' s been put on the hot seat
And you're getting ready to fry
Thanks to Mitchell Pineo for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Stevie Wonder
