Songtext von Fake-Believe

Fake-Believe, Fake-believe, Fake-believe Fake-Believe, Fake-believe, Fake-believe Fake-Believe, Fake-believe, Fake-believe F is for Fake-Believe F is for fun F is for fun F is for fake-believe We're wearing fake fur, and riding on alpacas On the wild frontier, wearing wax mustaches Pretending we're cowhands, yodeling like cowhands too Yodel-ay-he-hoo F is for fun F is for fun F is for fake-believe Now look at my crown, I'm acting mighty bossy I'm king of this town, and (my kick?) gets extra frosty From this moment on, please call me Lord Fauntleroy That's Little Lord Fauntleroy, please F is for fun F is for fun F is for fake-believe Fake-Believe, Fake-believe, Fake-believe Fake-Believe, Fake-believe, Fake-believe Fake-Believe, Fake-believe, Fake-believe F is for Fake-Believe