It’s a Lie

In this following showcase for Pioneers’ funnyman Pat Brady, the group, to his increasing frustration, counters his every statement. The Pioneers’ part is indicated by the words in bold print.

I never bragged but my temper’ment’s fright’nin’,

I’m just a little bit wild.

Don’t you listen to him.

I cut my teeth on a hunk of chain lightning,

I’m Mother Nature’s problem child.

It’s a lie. It’s the truth, so help me.

It’s a lie. It’s a fact, says I.

He’s a tall tale spinner and a first class winner

And the thing he does best is lie.

Says who? Says we.

It’s the truth. Says who?

Says me! It's a lie.

Oh, hen’s teeth.

I cleared the way through the Indian country,

I made Sittin’ Bull stand.

Don’t you listen to him.

I cut a club from a sycamore gum tree

Then played tag with Geronimo’s band.

It’s a lie. It’s the truth, so help me.

It’s a lie. It’s a fact, says I.

He’s a tall tale spinner and a first class winner

And the thing he does best is lie.

Says who? Says we.

It’s the truth. Says who?

Says me! It's a lie.

Aw, shuckins.

I led the troops at the Bunker Hill battle

And the charge of the light brigade.

Don’t you listen to him.

They shot my horse but I took my saddle

And I finished on the back of a renegade.

It’s a lie. It’s the truth, so help me.

It’s a lie. It’s a fact, says I.

He’s a tall tale spinner and a first class winner

And the thing he does best is lie.

Says who? Says we.

It’s the truth. Says who?

Says me!

And the thing he does best is lie!

For permission to record Bob Nolan's music, contact: The Songwriter’s Guild of America

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