Mutton Birds There's A Limit
You can tell tall stories till the cows come home In a way that makes people believe them What you lack in honesty is made up in charisma And no one notices as you deceive them You can make excuses till the cows come home Reel them off one after the other You can take my sympathy, milk it for all it's worth But there'll come a time when you'll discover There's a limit There's a limit There's only so far you can go There's a limit There's a limit You can take advantage till the cows come home Of whoever happens to be near And when it's convenient, your memory is foggy At the same time your conscience is clear But there's a limit There's a limit It's been going on so long now Since I introduced you To people who are getting used Or else they're getting used to You You can charm the birds out of the trees Till the cows come home But my patience is sure put to the test When I return and in return for trying to help out Find someone else is shitting in my nest There's a limit There's a limit There's only so far you can go There's a limit There's a limit It's been going on so long now Since I introduced you To people who are getting used Or else they're getting used to You
