I like to lie
'cause I hate checking facts
I'm a busy busy man
I pay others to do that
I'll see you in the alley or up around the bend
I'll see you in heaven when I buy my way in
I like to lie
I become a different man
can swoop out of the desert sun
and take a girl by the hand
tell her I'm a CEO or an indian chief
Ronald Reagan's bastard son neither boxers nor briefs
I like to lie
I save the small ones in a deep black hole
bring the whopper's out when the camera's role
if it's big enough you'll all stand dumb
I've never had myself this much fun
I like to lie
don't you know that time is short
and once you get going
there's no time to abort
one on top of another like a big pile on
soon you'll all forget the original con