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I bought myself a liarbird |
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He came with free drinks just to blur |
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The lies falling out like rain |
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On an average English summer's afternoon |
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I bought myself a new notebook |
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Sharpened my guitar and went to look |
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If this biz was just as bongo as the liarbird made out |
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All he would say |
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Is "I can make you famous" |
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All he would say |
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All he would say |
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"Just like a household name" is |
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All he would say |
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Methinks world is for you |
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Made of what you believe |
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If it's false or if it's true |
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You can read it in your bible |
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Or on the back of this record sleeve |
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I bought myself a liarbird |
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Things got more and more absurd |
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It changed to a cuckoo |
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And expanded filling up with all I gave |
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I bought myself a big mistake |
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He grew too greedy, bough will break |
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And then we will find that liarbirds |
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Are really flightless on their own |
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All he would say |
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Is "I can make you famous" |
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All he would say |
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All he would say |
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"Just like a household name" is |
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All he would say |
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Methinks world is for you |
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There's no handing it back |
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If it's false or it's true |
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You can read it in your prayer book |
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Or on the side of a cornflake pack |
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I gave away a liarbird |
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A couple less drinks and now I've heard |
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The truth shining out like sun |
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On an average English winter's afternoon |
