You ain't gonna pin it on me
I don't wanna hear your sermon
Can shave in three stokes
An spit like hypodermic
Can dance like the d**kens
Ain't a man alive
I fear You would not dare insult me
If Brother
Jack was here
Where's you learn to smoke
Cause you're doing it all wrong
The next plane to
Honolulu Is what
I'll be on
God bless
Father Flanagan
The movies is bologna
Newspaper
Magazine Cigarette
Candy You say you're 14
You certainly don't look it
The straight world is
ANTHING BU
T In fact it's rather crooked
I'm getting out of
Omaha An that's for sure
Cause the people bark about me
Like I reversed the sin on murder
Bobby King of Boys Town
