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

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

Now Holy hang out at the Crazy Horse
He'd keep a knife in the freezer for emergencies of course
He'd say you'd 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 watch yourself the sky's about to fall
And when you get done running, you can come back
I'll be back in Charlottesville, be the man of the year

The Stutter Jive got twenty but Macaroni never
And Mary shot her husband but she paid the man and
And somehow we all seemed to make it through a scratch
And if that seems too good to be true, well, there's a catch

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

Well, Sally Sue, she bought it but gotta go
So I figured it be best if I skipped to Mexico
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 mill in the bag, a five way split and we home
So I figured what the you gotta go with what you get
But only me and Lenny made it back but brother we set

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