Nobody should believe you You’re a world class liar. You’re going to burn your **** ‘Cause your pants are on fire! You’ve always been a liar Even back in your youth. The only thing you fear is Having to tell the truth.
If you shake hands with him Count your fingers right quick Be sure you still have them all. Never trust his sneaky tricks. He can stand right in front of you And baldfacedly he can lie While smiling like and angel And looking you in the eye.
Olly, olly, oxen hook This guy is a nasty crook. Keep track of all he took Then sentence him, by the book. Heckley, Jekylly, criminal He prefers to be subliminal. But mostly he’s a bad motor scooter A cutpurse and a poorhouse looter.
He would rob widows and orphans And claim he was aiding charity As if he is the only person who Sees the world with clarity. He calls it redistribution work Of the world’s hard-earned wealth. But he is fooling nobody, really, Or he wouldn’t need to use stealth.
And when he runs for office, he Can refine his art of playing ***** By hiding behind closed doors And stealing from us covertly. He will join the political machine That is already firmly in place And work in his mirror every day To hone that public smiling face.
Olly, olly, oxen hook This guy is a nasty crook. Keep track of all he took Then sentence him, by the book. Heckley, Jekylly, criminal He prefers to be subliminal. But mostly he’s a bad motor scooter A cutpurse and a poorhouse looter.