Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stevie Wonder
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stevie Wonder
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stevie Wonder
Producer
Gary Olazabal
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Skeletons in your closet
Itching to come outside
Messing with your conscience
In a way your face can't hide
Ooh, 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, yeah
What did your mama tell you about lying?
She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lying?
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 turned up the heater
And it's getting ready to pop
What? Hm?
Say what? No
Wow, hm-hm-hm
Crevices in your pantry
Now what do we have in here
Having a daytime 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., oh
What did your mama tell you about lying?
She said it wasn't polite to tell a white one
What did your daddy tell you about lying?
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 turned up the heater
And it's getting ready to pop
It's getting ready to seep
You're getting ready to freak
Somebody 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 just dropped the big dime
They're getting ready to squeal
It's getting ready to turn
We're getting ready to learn
Somebody fired up the brimstone
You're getting ready to burn
It's getting ready to shake
You're getting ready to ache
Somebody snitched to the news crew
It's getting ready to break
You're getting ready to lie
They're getting ready to spy
Somebody been put on the hot seat
They're getting ready to fry
Written by: Stevie Wonder