ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵉᵛᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱˡˡ ⁱ ˡᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ
ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵒᶠᵗ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉ
ᵃˢ ᵃ ᶠᵉᵃˢᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒˢʸ ʳᵉᵈ ˡⁱᵖˢ
ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵈᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ
ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ ˢᵘᵖᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ
ᵃʳᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖʸ ˢᵗᵃʳʳʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ
ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵈᵉᵃᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁱ ᵍᵉᵗ
ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ˡᵃʸ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵈ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠᵉᵉˡ  
ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ˢᵏⁱⁿ

My dear friend
My dear fat minister
My ambassador of truth

I cannot quite recall
How to spell my name
Or how to tell a lie

I can't be handy anymore
It's raising the call for alarm

My dear friend
Show me the truth