I'm puttin' another one over on the man,
Puttin' another one over on the man,
Putt'n' another over, working undercover,
Puttin' another one over on the man.
It's dicey being a fraud, I can tell ya,
You keep thinking, my- who's kidding who?
It's hard being a fraud, I can tell ya,
You keep wondering who's kidding you, too.
We get all that, but, hey, we're doing ok,
It's how we maneuver that paves the way,
The more smoke the better that's what we say,
Have a cigar, take the money, have a good day.
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