Tell Me a Lie

Well, once I was persuaded to open up my head I told them how it was and went and got it wrong instead I said, would you believe me if you only knew I'd been stealing everything, this conversation's through And the boy cried, hang him at three I saw him on the front page, laughing at me He worked in a fairground in a tall hat He's a liar, he's a liar, a good one at that Say what you wanna, say what you will Write your number on my telephone bill Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule I could be a beggar, but I'd rather be just as cruel So, I told them all I could about what could they expect But I lost my sense of smell and I gained my self-respect They told me I was curious, I told them they were slow And they asked me where I get this stuff, I told them I don't know And the boy cried whopie-didi There is a woman with a mustache who won't let me be She was born on a Monday, she's a hundred and four She's a liar, she's a liar, a little bit more Say what you wanna, say what you will Writes her number on my telephone bill Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule I could be a beggar, but I'd rather be just as cruel And the boy cried, hang him at three Saw him on the front page, laughing at me He worked in a fairground in a tall hat He's a liar, he's a liar, a good one at that Say what you wanna, say what you will Writes her number on my telephone bill Walk like a monkey, kick like a mule I could be a beggar, but I'd rather be just as cruel