Lyrics

My father died in a giant vat of chocolate He was the real thing, I was his successor His looks and charm, extra-virgin olive oil Smoothed the path of my subsequent progression I dodged the draft, naturally, being principled A crime committed in a higher cause I met the rich in their cold casino The most seductive croupier there ever was And the beauty is, I was born with the bravado To make my real face look like a facade, oh The beauty is, I was born with the bravado To make my real face look like a facade That's the real joy of impostor syndrome You just pretend that you're not really who you are The person others take you for is who you take yourself for And soon enough it's really who you are It's who you really are So I became the lover of the fabulous designer Who died by the assassin, then I was his successor Building up my empire on double-breasted suits Status became business and the rich were in cahoots I brought a kind of honesty to a world built on deception My crimes committed in a higher cause Always alone, completely in the open The most transparent confidence trickster there ever was The rich saw through me from the moment I began Seeing through my ruses, seeing through my scams The rich were charmed, helped me on my way No doubt seeing themselves in me That's the real joy of impostor syndrome You just pretend that you're not really who you are The person others take you for is who you take yourself for And soon enough it's really who you are It's who you really are