I like to lie   'cause I hate checking facts   I'm a busy busy man   I pay others to do that   I'll see you in the alley or up around the bend   I'll see you in heaven when I buy my way in      I like to lie   I become a different man   can swoop out of the desert sun   and take a girl by the hand   tell her I'm a CEO or an indian chief   Ronald Reagan's bastard son neither boxers nor briefs   I like to lie      I save the small ones in a deep black hole   bring the whopper's out when the camera's role   if it's big enough you'll all stand dumb   I've never had myself this much fun      I like to lie   don't you know that time is short   and once you get going   there's no time to abort   one on top of another like a big pile on   soon you'll all forget the original con