You may not believe me,
but they call him the Silver Scoat
With his slick white hair and his slippery tongue,
he's more of a snake than a goat
And you may not believe them,
but he claims to think it's true
Though it could be a lie to cover
his tracks in case they decide to sue
And ooh,
he's gonna screw you,
ooh,
stickin' it to you
He's gonna do what it pays him to do until his life is through
They may not believe him in his tabloid position of strength
But they can buy his stories conveniently at arm's length
And you may not believe him when he helps the police and press To
convict all the innocent victims with headlines of pain and distress
And ooh,
he's gonna screw you,
ooh,
stickin' it to you He's gonna do what it
pays him to do until his life is through
See his fingers, thick with blood and tears,
planting rumours catering to your fears
Horrid fictions,
few of them are true,
but he's doing nicely,
he's far richer than you
You may not believe him,
as he sucks on Satan's bile But the
evil he disseminates is absolutely vile
And you may not believe him with the poison that he's spread
But everyone he's ever cared for has ended up criminal or dead
And ooh,
he's gonna screw you,
ooh,
stickin' it to you
He's gonna do what it pays him to do until his life is through
He's gonna do what it pays him to do until his life is through
He's gonna do what it pays him to do until his life is through