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Holy Macaroni and the Jive King
Used to run Chicago the gangster thing
They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of pants
And it weren't business if the kid don't dance

Now back then living in the hot seat, it was furtive, 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 around the corner was do

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

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

The Stutter got twenty but Macaroni never talked
And Mary shot her husband but she paid the man and
And we all seemed to make it through without a scratch
And if that seems too good to be true, well, probably a catch

Well, I was on the Edison and making 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, Sue, she bought it but everybody's gotta go
So I figured it be 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 split and we were
So I figured what the hell you 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
up in Folsom but the file was in the cake
Me and angel, we've been running ever that day
Shouting La Fiesta', yo, man, that headed that a way