Crackpot History and the Right to Lie

People come, people go How long I'll stay, I just don't know When showbiz is a dirty word I hope my time will come Crackpot history And the right to lie People love, people hate For my downfall, they just can't wait When showbiz is a dirty word I hope my time will come Crackpot history And the right to lie I wish that everyone could see A show by Liza Minnelli Such a marvellous lady Talent by the ton Crackpot history And the right to lie People lie, people hurt Like to read their Sunday dirt So every Jeckyll needs a Hyde To blame the business on Crackpot history And the right to lie Crackpot history And the right to lie Every rebel that I've met They say they're going to die and yet I've seen them now and they ain't dead yet And pushing forty one Crackpot history And the right to lie Pumping is a splendid gift I hope that you will catch my drift Some like pumping in the lift Just like the Scottish Tongs Crackpot history And the right to lie There is nothing like the sound Of a nicely laundered pound Trying to collect around Forty million Crackpot history And the right to lie Crackpot history