Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
I met the highest lama
Why would you lie about something dumb like that?

Why would you lie about something dumb like that?
Especially when I always said
First the window, then it's through the wall
Know your boyfriend, unlike other guys
I climbed to Dharamshala too, I did
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth
His accent sounded fine to me, to me
Check your handbook, it's no trick
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips
Lil' Jon, he always tells the truth
Why would you lie about anything at all?
Take the chapstick, put it on your lips

First the window, then it's through the wall
That I haven't got the words for you
Show your paintings at the United Nations
Why would you speak to me that way?
It's fine with me, with me
Check your passport, it's no trick
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Crack a smile, adjust my tie
Why would you tape my conversations?
Know your butler, unlike other guys

So if there's any other way to spell the word
All your diction, dripping with disdain
Why would you lie about anything at all?

Why would you lie about how much coal you have?
Through the pain, I always tell the truth
Who gives a fuck about an Oxford comma?