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I walked into Lindley's, tired and tight |
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Me and my Julie, been a' fighting all night |
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Bankroll don't like it when I come in late |
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We got a big beef with a small concern we must liquidate. |
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We cab down to the Samemark for Lucky Luke |
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They'ra all out and in the lobby, and we do what we come to do. |
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Lotsy goes down easy, Moe takes it in the face |
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Weinburg brothers, run for cover, squirting metal all over the place. |
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There's a special satisfaction |
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When a job comes off so right. |
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Better break out the good stuff, |
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The boss wants to party all night. |
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My Julie's in the chorus, on Mr. Ziegfield's stage, |
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My little canary, in a golden cage, |
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I'm goofy on the girlie, but she runs hot and cold, |
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It's a relief to get marching orders, and do just what I'm told. |
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Tonight we 'jack the convoy, 200 barrel run, |
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Trucked in from a brewery in East Patterson, |
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Rolled in around midnight, delivered to the Speaks, |
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All that bubble, no trouble, whole crew gets to dip their beaks. |
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There's a special satisfaction |
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When a job comes off so right. |
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Better break out the good stuff, |
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The boss wants to party all night. |
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It's just about dawn, when I finally get home, |
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I find my twist with that punk, Johnny Rome. |
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So I popped the both, and I ankled downtown, |
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To a hop-house in the Tenderloin, need to kick that gong around. |
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There's a special satisfaction |
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When a job comes off so right. |
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Better break out the good stuff, |
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The boss wants to party all night. |
