The man, I knew, wasn't too good,
Because he ever lied as he could.
And people said: "hi is a real shit",
Yes, I'm sure about that.

His stories shot, but so didactic,
With him in the center of acting.
He never cry, but always fun.
Hi is like a bullet of the gun.

His lips are covered those fucken smile,
That twines around you like a wire.
And that strange motive that hi sing -
Check it a crazy swing!

He always rude for argument,
He never tells the complements,
And no one woman saw him twice,
His freedom has a special price.

His mind full of dirty things,
He has no friends, just enemies,
He doesn't care of his life,
His life is like a crazy drive.

And people hate him more and more,
They wonder - what he is living for.
This bastard lives in each men's mind -
That's why he'll never die!

(Chorus):
Liar, swindler, provocateur!
With a criminal locator!