(P.Mark)
From the album Con Man VIP

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Blustering down the boulevard
In a fact-free cloud
High-horse red carpet
Tossing nickels to the crowd
Check it mister
The whole planet’s lookin’ at me

I’m a daddy-made millionaire
On a catch and kill spree
Tin-pot titan
Spouting snake-oil repartee
Look out mister
I’m a con man VIP

Flim-flam fingers four-flushing on the fly
The art of the swindle and the craft of denial
Mirrors all around me, and (mister, we all) I like what I see
My kids say they (all) love me but they lie worse’n me

Gold medal grifter
With a bankruptcy crown
I’d mortgage my own mother
If she wasn’t in the ground
Check your wallet, son
I’m a con man VIP

The devil’s directing traffic
He won’t let you forget
Every mile towards heaven
Runs up a mountain of debt
Buckle up sucker
This ride’s all about me
I’ll set ya free
Hey I’m driving
(I’m the) con man VIP