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Holy Macaroni and the Stutter Jive
Used to run Chicago doing the thing
keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants
And it weren't nobody's if the kid don't dance

Now back then in the hot seat, it was furtive, fast and fun
You'd better save up all your 'cause everybody had a gun
You hardly had to use it but you never knew
What the guy around the corner was gonna do

Now Holy Macaroni'd out at the Crazy Horse
He'd keep a buck in the freezer for emergencies of course
He'd say you'd better drink now boys
Before they throw you in the slammer and keep an eye out for your 'Cause she's about to pull the hammer

Ooh, boys, they go, crazy legs and all
Better watch yourself the sky's about to fall
And when you get running, you can come back here
I'll be back in Charlottesville, be the man of the year

The Stutter Jive got twenty but never talked
And Mary shot her but she paid the man and walked
And somehow we all to make it through without a scratch
And if that seems too good to be true, well, there's probably a

Well, I was swinging on the Edison and out with Sue
And I was hanging out with Studs and Roman Shepherd and the
Well, bullets started flying and everybody hit the
And now the thing I remember is coppers flying through the door

Well, Sally Sue, she it but everybody's gotta go
So I it be best if I skipped down to Mexico
and Terrazas and them Mariachi bands
And three in San Pellegrino and we're off again

about a bank job from this cat named Lenny Bones
Three mill in the bag, a five way and we were home
So I what the hell you gotta go with what you get
But only me and Lenny made it back but we were set

Now the Holy Macaroni was a million flake
Ended up in Folsom but the was in the cake
Me and angel, we've been running since that day
Shouting La Fiesta', yo, man, that headed that a way