Crackpot History And The Right To Lie

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 marvellous lady

Talent by the ton

Crackpot history

And the right to lie

People lie, people hurt

Like to read their Sunday dirt

So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde

To blame the business on

Crackpot history

And the right to lie

Crackpot history

And the right to lie

Every rebel that I've met

They say they're going to die and yet

I've seen 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