Liar! Liar! Liar! Oh, please, stop that fire! Yeah, I’m a liar. So what? I had to strike the iron While it was hot! Even Lord Byron Said what he believed not. I’m a man of politics; Keep your metaphysics For your Sunday sermon! If you want to win votes You have to burn your boats Not pray like a pious Mormon. And even now, just tell me how You could be clean When you see the sheen Of V.I.P. seats And when everybody cheats!