-- by Horatio Algeranon
(with a little help from the Allman Brothers and Dickey Betts)
Lord, he was born a dissemblin' man
Trying to make a flat-line and doing the best he can
When it's time for deceivin', I hope you'll understand
That he was born a dissemblin' man
His father was a Viscount down in Brenchley
He wound up on the right end of a sum
He was born in the back seat of a Mercedes Benz
Rolling down highway A-21
Lord, he was born a dissemblin' man
Trying to make a flat-line and doing the best he can
When it's time for deceivin', I hope you'll understand
That he was born a dissemblin' man
He's on his way to Georgia Tech this morning
Leaving out of Kent in Ye Olde Kingdom
Always having a good time down on the Mann oh, Lord
Them Georgia women think the world of him.
Lord, he was born a dissemblin' man
Trying to make a flat-line and doing the best he can
When it's time for deceivin', I hope you'll understand
That he was born a dissemblin' man
