Man with the Word Lyin Coward by Mort Garson Lyrics
Beloved listener, you stand before the man with the word!
Who's he?
I don't know
Wherever there's a crowd, I will be heard! Babble babble, babble babble. That's the way I rouse the rabble! Chitter chatter, chitter chatter. Hear me rave about that matter! Utter utter, utter utter. Hang on every word I mutter!
Beloved listener, you stand before the man. Behind the tongue, there's the hot air of expression in each lung. Glory! Glory! Glory! Glory! To my splendid auditory
Jibber jabber, jibber jabber. Every word I say is a grabber. But though my talking is an attraction, you won't find me near the action. Though I'm listened to and trusted, those who listen all get busted. Doth no talk was ever truer, I'm a talker! Not a doer!
What you need is courage
That's right. I got no guts, I'm just a lyin' coward
Come with us, I know the Wozard will give you courage
Who's he?
I don't know
Wherever there's a crowd, I will be heard! Babble babble, babble babble. That's the way I rouse the rabble! Chitter chatter, chitter chatter. Hear me rave about that matter! Utter utter, utter utter. Hang on every word I mutter!
Beloved listener, you stand before the man. Behind the tongue, there's the hot air of expression in each lung. Glory! Glory! Glory! Glory! To my splendid auditory
Jibber jabber, jibber jabber. Every word I say is a grabber. But though my talking is an attraction, you won't find me near the action. Though I'm listened to and trusted, those who listen all get busted. Doth no talk was ever truer, I'm a talker! Not a doer!
What you need is courage
That's right. I got no guts, I'm just a lyin' coward
Come with us, I know the Wozard will give you courage