[Verse 1]
It's a sin to tell a lie until we trick out the truth
That depends on what you do and don't believe
What you have hidden up your sleeve
Younger than your shadow and as sweet as your tooth
What have you forbidden from my view?
What have you kept from me? What have I held from you?
What will they say when they haul you away?
Will anyone miss you, or kiss you to say
"Goodbye" (Goodbye) with a tear or a coin for your eye
When they finally trick out the truth
[Verse 2]
There are witches in the air, jack o' lanterns on the stairs
And a wig to turn your hair electric blue
Ghouls are sighted, children frighted, superheroes and villains
Wondrous women by the millions
Who fade to the parade and join the masquerade
Right outside your door, a werewolf and his claw
Painted faces with a penny chew and Kensington gore
Mussolini and his mistress in defeat
And a witness with a cutlass arrange a winding sheet
Singing "Leaning on a Lamppost on the Corner of the Street"
[Bridge]
The Marxists cheer a working girl
Groucho, Chico, Harpo and Karl
She's tattooed from her head to toe
She's inky like a girl I know
A contagion of invidia
Just like the famous Lydia
Just like Helen, late of Troy
The Myna Bird, the Myrna Loy
It's a sin to tell a lie until we trick out the truth
That depends on what you do and don't believe
What you have hidden up your sleeve
Younger than your shadow and as sweet as your tooth
What have you forbidden from my view?
What have you kept from me? What have I held from you?
What will they say when they haul you away?
Will anyone miss you, or kiss you to say
"Goodbye" (Goodbye) with a tear or a coin for your eye
When they finally trick out the truth
[Verse 2]
There are witches in the air, jack o' lanterns on the stairs
And a wig to turn your hair electric blue
Ghouls are sighted, children frighted, superheroes and villains
Wondrous women by the millions
Who fade to the parade and join the masquerade
Right outside your door, a werewolf and his claw
Painted faces with a penny chew and Kensington gore
Mussolini and his mistress in defeat
And a witness with a cutlass arrange a winding sheet
Singing "Leaning on a Lamppost on the Corner of the Street"
[Bridge]
The Marxists cheer a working girl
Groucho, Chico, Harpo and Karl
She's tattooed from her head to toe
She's inky like a girl I know
A contagion of invidia
Just like the famous Lydia
Just like Helen, late of Troy
The Myna Bird, the Myrna Loy
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