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The Scabs - Man of the Year lyrics
Holy macaroni and the stutter jive king Used to run Chicago doing the gangster thing They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants And it weren't nobody's business if the kid don't dance Now back then living in the hot seat it was furtive fast and fun You'd better save up all your bullets cause everybody had a gun You hardly had to use it but you never really knew What the other guy around the corner was gonna do Now holy macaroni'd hang out at the crazy horse He'd keep a buck knife in the freezer for emergencies of course He'd say you'd better drink 'em now boys 'fore they throw you in the slammer And keep an eye out for your baby cause she's about to pull the hammer Oooh boys there they go crazy legs and all Better watch yourself cause the sky's about to fall And when you get done running you can come back here I'll be back in Charlottesville I'll be the man of the year The stutter jive got twenty but macaroni never talked And Mary shot her husband but she paid the man and walked And somehow we all seemed to make it through without a scratch And if that seems too good to be true well there's probably a catch Well I was swinging on the eddison and making out with sue And I was hanging out with studs and roman shepeard and the crew Well bullets started flying and everybody hit the floor And now the last thing I remember is coppers flying through the door Well sally sue she bought it but everybody's gotta go So I figured it be best if I skipped down to Mexico Tequila and terazas and them mariachi bands And three months in san pellegrino and we're off again Heard about a bank job from this cat named lenny bones Three mill in th |
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