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Holy Macaroni and the Stutter King
Used to run doing the gangster 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 then living in the hot seat, it was furtive, fast and fun
You'd better save up all your bullets everybody had a gun
You hardly had to use it but you never really
What the other guy the corner was gonna do

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

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

The Stutter got twenty but Macaroni never talked
And Mary shot her but she paid the man and walked
And we all seemed 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 Shepherd and the crew
Well, bullets flying and everybody hit the floor
And now the last thing I remember is flying through the door

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

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

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