Spoofin’ telephone numbers to screw
people who will buy my point of view.

They shouldn’t answer if they see that letters
on names look real; today they should know better.
It’s a disgrace they fall so easily for
spoofin’: piece o’ cake for geeks to do.
Movin’ funds from bank accounts ensues.

There’s always digital chicanery;
it just isn’t fair to be blamin’ me.
I could be very easy to defeat…
eschewin’ pickin’ up and gettin’ screwed.
Fleecin’ is my constant attitude.
Go phone? No, no!

I’ll keep sending funny numbers each day;
I’ll talk a while, and then I’ll make my play.
You’re gonna blow it if I have my way.
Life of yours wrecked will be; then I’ll move…next to fleece.

Spoofin’—I’ll be comin’ after you.
Fleecin’ you, ’cause you will screw the pooch.
I’ve got the touch.

Spoofin’…
suckers’ bucks plucked.