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Lyrics for Con Man
By Golden Earring

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(G.Kooymans/B.Hay)

He split the racket, to operate on his own
He set them up, stripped them and then he was gone
He's a Robin Hood of a new century
If you're rich and dumb, you bleed, boy
Con man's got a bloodhound nose for flaws
Profits from both sides of the law
I feel sympathy for his philosophy
If you're clever you can beat them all

Sister, tell your mister, to hold on to his change
Hustler, call him hustler, Con man rides again
Bandits, he's the bandits, settin' up a frame
Sister, tell your mister, to hold onto his brains

Con man's mastermindin' on a brand new heist
Blueprintin' through the secret files
Your tune ain't gonna be so nice
When he gets through with you
There's just one thing left to do
Cause he'll take it away
One money hungry night
Your longs are gonna be his guidin' lights
He'll be foolin' us all if we don't watch out
Leavin' his lies, spreadin' doubts all about

Con man's got a bloodhound nose for flaws
Profits from both sides of the law
I feel sympathy for his philosophy
If you're clever you can beat them all

Sister, tell your mister, to hold on to his change
Hustler, call him hustler, Con man rides again
Bandits, he's the bandits, settin' up a frame
Sister, tell your mister, to hold onto his brains
Con man's masturbatin' on a brand new heist
Somebody's in for a big surprise
Your wrongs are gonna be his rights
When a pro's at a con, he's the devil's son
Cause he'll take it away
One money hungry night
Your longs are gonna be his guidin' lights
He'll be foolin' us all if we don't watch out
Leavin' his lies, spreadin' doubts all about
He's the devil's son, he's the devil's son

Sometimes I think I'm gonna study that game
Be a Con man myself some day
Just one thing's botherin' me
I might be conning myself, by the way
It's a quarter past five, and that's no lie
I'm glad we're all still alive, goodbye now
Look out, he's spreadin' those doubts all about
He's the devil, son