Lupo The Wolf

This town, the back alley way The bar comes out when he's down on his knees Click-clack and the sound of a bang As he reached for the cupboard in an Alabama friend This town, knock 'em all dead Zippy-dippity, don't ring, don't tell A ping-pong-cha-Ching hotel Have you heard about this fella Holla hey, holla-holla hey The Sicilian gone, come again Another made man southern hand They got them guns, they're gonna ooze The ringing gunshots of the wolf You wanna know what I'm thinking? Should we shoo? Think of that little pickle Wreckage makes your fucking vision to fucking ended If you a lamb, a woof-woof I make a grand, a doof-doof We were sipping on some top shelf scotch Watching waiting for a goof With a gat soundproof (that's the truth, Ruth) A man down like when Tony tried Sosa Took a knee for the flag went for Joe the Grocer A knick-knack, Paddy's whacked, heyday sex They are sleepin' with the fishes and the stars The Sicilian gone, come again Another made man southern hand They got them guns, they're gonna ooze The ringing gunshots of the wolf If they kill all long, we'll still breathe in All die The Lupo The Wolf's got something to prove 'Cause Lupo The Wolf's got nothin' to do "Cause Lupo The Wolf's got something to prove 'Cause Lupo The Wolf's got nothin' to lose