Weasel

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Jack be pullin’ my leg a bit

Tellin’ lies with closed eyes

It takes a rather small man to deceive and criticize

A mouth machine spittin’ slander on me

Even Judas didn’t dog my man for free

See, you should try out for the Cirque du Soliel

Bendin’ backwards over truth like a contortionist in his heyday

Whisker boy, here’s the deal

Dante’s guide keepin’ everything real

Gotta hand to lend if you can stop the fronting

But in the meantime I guess you’ll keep on runnin’