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Holy Macaroni and the Stutter Jive
to run Chicago doing the gangster thing
They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the of their pants
And it weren't nobody's business if the kid 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 had to use it but you never really knew
What the other guy around the was gonna do

Now Holy Macaroni'd hang out at the Horse
He'd keep a buck knife in the freezer for emergencies of
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 to pull the hammer

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

The Stutter Jive got twenty but Macaroni never
And Mary shot her husband but she the man and walked
And somehow we all seemed to make it without a scratch
And if that seems too 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 with Studs and Roman Shepherd and the
Well, started flying and everybody hit the floor
And now the last I remember is coppers flying through the door

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

Heard about a bank job from this cat named Lenny
Three mill in the bag, a five way 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 brother we set

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