We know there’ll always be stings
in a world of swindler jive.
Crawling out there, waiting to steal—
that’s their deal, and they’re gonna thrive.

We know they con,
all these mountebanks that prey
and then schlep your money away.

Scum grift dumb schmucks…their green is gone.
They heeded a line; now let down, they whine.
Bums grift dumb schmucks…their green is gone.
They have bought a line; then it’s crying time.
“Ta-ta” has gone their dough—
they really oughta know.

Bank account’s now “used to be”.
Griftin’ time; crooks scarfed up dimes.
Conned have been taken for clowns;
how could they have been so blind?!

Most know they con,
all these mountebanks that prey.
Some misstep, give money away.

Some have sh!t luck—their green is gone.
They have bought a line…fewer mounds o’ dimes.
Scum bring bad luck to those who’re conned.
They have bought a line from these lyin’ slime.
Guard down, jerked from their dough.
They really oughta know.

Dime, fives fly
away—bye-bye!
It’s time to cry,
those who were prey.

Suckers lose bucks—their green is gone.
They had bought a line; looming: the bread line.
Scum have grabbed bucks; victims are conned.
Gotta ask: Why’d they go
for what’s clearly faux?