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 conversations 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 and a good one at that Say what you want to say what you will Write your number on my telephone bill Walk like a monkey kick like a mule I could be your 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 myself respect They told me I was curious I told them they were slow They asked me were I get this stuff I told them I don´t know
And the boy cried whoopy de dee there´s a woman with a mustache who won't let me be Though she was born on a monday she´s a hundred and four she´s a liar she´s a liar and a little bit more Say what you want to say what you will Write your number on my telephone bill Walk like a monkey kick like a mule I could be your beggar but I´d rather be just as cruel
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 and a good one at that Say what you want to say what you will Write your number on my telephone bill Walk like a monkey kick like a mule I could be your beggar but I´d rather be just as cruel
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