I need your social security number
I need your father’s date of birth
I need your grade point average all through high school
I need what your grandparents are worth
I need some more information

I need your tax accountant’s ultimate fantasy
I need when you’ve been checked for HIV
I need your sister’s boyfriend’s blood type
I need the gynecologist you see
I need some more information

I need to know everything that you’ve ever done
I need to know everything about everyone

I need some details and numbers and figures
I need your mother’s maiden name
I need your car insurance premium due date
I need your closest brush with fame

I need your religious affiliation
I need the diet you’ve been fed
I need an approximate statement of purpose
I need where you’ll be buried when you’re dead

I need to know everything that you’ve ever done
I need to know everything about everyone

I need some more information

I need who you telegrammed that telegram to in 1967 in New York
I need what your favorite color is plus I need the shoes that you wear
I need who your sister goes to when she senses problems in her marriage
I need who your mother learned to drive from
I need where your father put those tie bonds
I need who you think you are and who you think you aren’t
I need who you go to when you help with some problem
I need I need I need
I what you think about when no one’s around
I need what you feel when you don’t want to talk to anybody

I can see you when you walk around the corner
Give me those pennies
I think you have them
I need them now

(lyrics: Dan Bern)