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

Now then living 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 really knew
What the other guy around the was gonna do

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

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

The Stutter Jive got twenty but Macaroni talked
And shot her husband but she paid the man and walked
And somehow we all seemed to make it without a scratch
And if that too good to be true, well, there's probably a catch

Well, I was on the Edison and making out with Sue
And I was hanging out Studs and Roman Shepherd and the crew
Well, bullets flying and everybody hit the floor
And now the last thing I is coppers flying through the door

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

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

Now the Macaroni 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 'Viva La Fiesta', yo, man, headed that a way