Excuse me are you Mr sinclair?
This is your cottage isn't it, do you care?
The picture in my hand matches your face
Isn't you, is this all one big goose chase?
A warrant for his arrest, I'm on the case
charges of fraud and white collery up the wazoo
But you state I'm mistaken for he is not you
Maybe the address or picture is untrue
And these other men in your presence faces so glum
who desperately request pence and pounds in large sums
is this purely a mere coincidence,
Or are you sir, on the run?
Before I go please open your bag on the table, leave it undone
What's this, a wig, a fake moustache that looks like a real one?
With that you'd hoodwink even the least gullible, I'm stunned
What's that, it's just a game, a bit of fun...
I guess I got the wrong man and must depart empty handed
But follow me anyway, even though you didn't plan on it
For your current company is composed of ruthless bandits
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