He's just another con-man sitting on a hill 
You see him at bull fight, closest to the kill 
He lives up in a tower, sells dream to the poor 
No matter how he gets 'em, he always wants some more 
He said he was a rocker, said he was lost and never found. 
Said that she should pity him after he forced her to the ground. 
She lost one of two jobs lost her home too. 
Yeah you're just a back home con and he's getting rich off of you [Chorus:] 
But the talk's so cheap, we're gonna smoke him out 
But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd 
And, he hide his face, up high on a wall 
But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con-men is gonna fall 
Con-boy, soon to be a man 
He like his toast and butter, he like his jam 
He gonna make a black out but keep his collar white 
He gonna bring the books to a boil and tell you it's good and fine [Chorus] 
And may he likes likes his building 
Plans to show affection to his mate 
And when he sleeps, she goes through his things 
And finds it all .... 
Cheap, we're gonna smoke him out 
But he rolls so deep, high above the crowd 
And, he hide his face, up high on a wall 
But you just wait, one of these days, one of the con-men is gonna fall 
Just another calm con man! [repeat over and over]