Mort Garson - Man with the Word (Lyin’ Coward) lyrics

Beloved listener!
You stand before the man with the word!

Who's he?

I don't know!

Wherever there's a crowd, I will be heard!
Babble babble, babble babble
That's the way I rouse the rabble!
Chitter chatter, chitter chatter
Hear me rave about the matter
Mutter mutter, mutter mutter
Hang! - On every word I utter!
Beloved listener! You stand before the man
Behind the tongue! There's the hot air of
Expression in each lung

Glory, glory, glory, glory!
To my splendid auditory!
Jibber jabber, jibber jabber
Every word I say is a grabber

But though my talking is an attraction
You won't find me near the action
Though I'm listened to and trusted
Those who listen all get busted!
Though no talk was ever truer
I'm a talker! Not a doer!

What you need is courage

That's right i got no guts
I'm just a lyin' coward

Come with us
I know the Wozard will give you courage