People come people go, how long I?ll stay I just don't know
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie

People love people hate, for my downfall they just can't wait
When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come
Crackpot history and the right to lie

I wish that everyone could see a show by Liza Minnelli
Such a marvelous lady with talent by the ton
Crackpot history and the right to lie

People lie people hurt, like to read their Sunday dirt
So every Jekyll needs a Hyde to blame the business on
Crackpot history and the right to lie

Every rebel that I've met say they're going to die and yet
I see them now and they ain't dead yet, and pushing forty one
Crackpot history and the right to lie

Pumping is a splendid gift, I hope that you will catch my drift
Some like pumping in the lift, just like the Scottish tongs
Crackpot history and the right to lie

There is nothing like the sound of a nicely laundered pound
Trying to collect around forty million
Crackpot history and the right to lie
Crackpot history


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