You will need a liar You will need a liar whose hallmark is Husband for Hire, Instead of someone whistling in the dark. Why would you think he was quitting? How would you know I misspoke? When I said he'd stick to his knitting, Did you think I was making a joke? I'd let him run things in the evening And take all those three o'clock calls So I would be fresh in the morning Denying our Saudi windfalls. I could be that liar I could be that liar whose hallmark is Husband for Hire, Who'd make us millions after dark. When promising Bill's wheeler-dealers The use of the U.S. Marines In scrapes with extremist faith healers, I would swear that I'd not spill the beans, That they have paid for protection, Under the table, of course, Like all mid-Eastern connections Who are buying a brute show of force. You can buy this liar You can buy this liar whose hallmark is Husband for Hire With Bill bamboozling in the dark.
Music & Original Lyric by Bruce Springsteen |