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?Liar, liar, pants on fire. Hangin? on a telephone wire!? is a paraphrased version of the 1810 poem ?The Liar? by William Blake.Deceiver, dissemblerYour trousers are alightFrom what pole or gallowsShall they dangle in the night?When I asked of your careerWhy did you have to kick my rearWith that stinking lie of thineProclaiming that you owned a mine?When you asked to borrow my stallionTo visit a nearby-moored galleonHow could I ever know that youIntended only to turn him into glue?What red devil of mendacityGrips your soul with such tenacity?Will one you cruelly shower with liesPut a pistol ball between your eyes?What infernal serpentHas lent you his forked tongue?From what pit of foul deceitAre all these whoppers sprung?Deceiver, dissemblerYour trousers are alightFrom what pole or gallowsDo they dangle in the night?