Liar liar
Liar, liar, pants on fireYour nose is longer than a telephone wire
Ask me, baby, why I’m sadYou been out all night, know you been badDon’t tell me different, know it’s a lieCome tell me, honey, see how I cry
Why must you hurt me, do what you do?Listen here, girl, can’t you see I love you?Make a little effort, try to be trueI’ll be happy, not so blue
Liar, liar, pants on fireYour nose is longer than a telephone wire
If you keep on tellin’ me those liesStill goin’ out with other guysThere’ll come a day I’ll be goneTake my advice, won’t be long
When that day comes, I won’t be madBe free of you, but I’ll still be sadIn spite of your cheatin’, still love you soI’ll be unhappy if I let you go
Liar, liar, pants on fireYour nose is longer than a telephone wire
- Lanzamiento: Columbia, 1968
- Compañía discografica: Fabrica de Discos Columbia S.A.
- Director – Mike Vickers
- Productor – Wayne Bickerton y Tony Waddington
- Autor – James J Donna