| Song | All Men Are Liars |
| Artist | Nick Lowe |
| Album | Quiet Please... The New Best Of Nick Lowe |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars and that’s the truth | |
| Well do you remember Rick Astley? | |
| He had a big fat hit it was ghastly | |
| He said I’m never gonna give you up or let you down | |
| Well I’m here to tell you that dick’s a clown | |
| Though he was just a boy when he made that vow | |
| I bet it all that he knows by now | |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars and that’s the truth | |
| Among God’s creatures man must be | |
| The most slimy and slippery now | |
| There stands the naked ape in a monkey suit | |
| Behind the little moustache he grew, a shifty brute | |
| All the one’s start choking on the words they ate | |
| Sweating on getting their stories straight | |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars and that’s the truth | |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain’t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars | |
| And all men are liars | |
| All men are liars | |
| All men are liars | |
| And that’s the truth |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain' t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars and that' s the truth | |
| Well do you remember Rick Astley? | |
| He had a big fat hit it was ghastly | |
| He said I' m never gonna give you up or let you down | |
| Well I' m here to tell you that dick' s a clown | |
| Though he was just a boy when he made that vow | |
| I bet it all that he knows by now | |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain' t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars and that' s the truth | |
| Among God' s creatures man must be | |
| The most slimy and slippery now | |
| There stands the naked ape in a monkey suit | |
| Behind the little moustache he grew, a shifty brute | |
| All the one' s start choking on the words they ate | |
| Sweating on getting their stories straight | |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain' t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars and that' s the truth | |
| All men, all men are liars | |
| Their words ain' t worth no more than worn out tires | |
| Hey girls, bring rusty pliers | |
| To pull this tooth | |
| All men are liars | |
| And all men are liars | |
| All men are liars | |
| All men are liars | |
| And that' s the truth |