I may have cast the wrong spell They tell me I forgot my name Woke up in Lubbock County counting out some cushion change A kid slid me a cool slug of vodka from his frying pan He said, "I hate to bear the bad News but the fly is open on your pants" O, I'll tell you the truth O, I'll tell you the truth I'm a liar But my zipper wasn't open and everybody had a belly laugh Oh, I'll tell you the truth Oh, I'll tell you the truth I'm a liar I'm a liar