Lester atlas, a crude, very rich corporate raider, traps norman in the caribbean dream by offering to buy the hotel for him, and then welshing on the deal when norman can no long back out. he is   Spicable but somehow lovable rogue, who in his own mind is a magnanimous, misunderstood benefactor of humanity. what other people call corporate raiding, he explains, telling the truth in busine   Tters. why jimmy decided to give him a song with a tango rhythm and a klezmer trill I don't know, but it works.      I'm just an old truth teller   I'm your candid friend   I'm not some daydream seller   I do not pretend   I've a sense of survival   And screwing my rivals   That's labeled me crossed and uncouth   But I can't help it I just tell the truth   He can't help it, he just tells the truth      I'm just an old truth teller   Brutally direct   I see it eye for eye   I'm rarely incorrect   Why call me a sharp trader   A corporate raider   I'm a role model for today's youth   It's so simple, I just tell the truth   He can't help it, he just tells the truth      Bridge:      Why was I born to be right all the time   In deal after deal after deal   Foiling those sharks that are circling my penthouse   Hoping to make a meal      No good deed goes unpunished   Nothing goes as planed   My ingrate family left me   I don't understand      Where's your wife?    In alaska   Any sons?    In nebraska   And my daughter milks cows in duluth   I can't help it, I just tell the truth   Ohh he can't help it, he just sells it   He can't help, he just tells it   I can't help, I just tell the truth