I kept selling how I was living the dream
Not an ordinary slob
When there were marks to make or crime to spare
I was always there, right on the job
I kept saying that I had the winning scheme
With fame and riches ahead
Why should I be standing in line
Now begging for bread?
Once I was a fat cat, rich man’s son
Grifting was a thrill
Once I owned casinos, now I’m done
Bondsman, can you spare a Bil?
Once I franchised towers up to the sun
Bricks, rivets, iron will
Once I had an empire, now I’m done
Banker, can you spare a Bil?
Once in Brioni, gee, I looked swell
Hawking my sweet Art of the Steal
Half a million lies, a hypnotic spell
Crowing that I was the real deal
Say, don’t you remember? You’re a good lad
I think you’re in my will
Why don’t you remember? I’m her Dad
Say Jared, can you spare a Bill?
Once in Helsinki, ah, gee, I looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle Dumb
Half a million Ukraines now slog through Hell
I was the guy beating your drum
Oh, say, don’t you remember, I hope you shall,
Who licensed you to kill?
Say, don’t you remember? I’m your pal
Hey, Vlad, can you spare a Bil?
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