Monday Seventeen degrees The shadows disappear All around you, dear Until it's loud and clear Isn't it the truth? The whole truth Nothing but the truth So help me The whole truth Nothing but the truth So help me, God I'm the bad guy Waiting in the wings And the key light hat All my words fall flat But I'm used to that Getting to the truth The whole truth Nothing but the truth So help me The whole truth Nothing but the truth So help me, God Baby, if you want to talk I'll be there to listen Neither rain, not hail Or sleet or snow But Cahuenga is stop and go This much I do know All I want's the truth The whole truth Nothing but the truth So help me The whole truth Nothing but the truth So help me, God Baby, if you want to talk I'll be there to listen (Neither rain, not hail) (Or sleet or snow) Baby, if you want to talk (Neither rain, not hail) (Or sleet or snow)