You just keep saying things
That just aren't true
It's just so obvious
You don't have a clue
You surround yourself
With sycophants
They look like wind up toys
All in a trance
If you can't tell the truth
Then why make a sound
All those tangled webs you weave
Go 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
It's the superlatives
You use to impress
The description of
Your great success
It's like a beat up car
You're trying to sell
It's got the best of rides
To hear you tell
If you can't tell the truth
Then why make a sound
All those tangled webs you weave
Go 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round
You always boast about
Your generous acts
You don't confuse yourself
With the facts
You've got to be the best
At every game
Your sheer arrogance
Knows no shame
If you can't tell the truth
Then why make a sound
All those tangled webs you weave
Go 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round