On a cool dark night someone's 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 what's 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 what's on his mind
  Except him and his monkey--come on . . .
  
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to believe that there's something more to see
  
  There's 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
  
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to believe that there's 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 doesn't make a sound
  He nods his head, the rest is history
  But no one knows what's 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
  
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to know
  You've got a right to believe that there's 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 someone's coming down the street