I walked into Lindy's, tired and tight

Me and my Julie, been a-fighting all night

Bankroll don't like it when I come in late

We got a big beef with a small concern, we must liquidate

We cab down to the St. Mark for a looky loo

They all loungin' in the lobby, then we do what we come to do

Lotsy goes down easy, Mo takes it in the face

Weinberg brothers run for cover, squirtin' metal all over the place

There's a special satisfaction

When a job comes off so right

Better break out the good stuff

The boss wants to party all night

My Julie's in the chorus, on Mr. Ziegfeld's stage

My little canary, in a golden cage

I'm goofy on the girlie, but she runs hot and cold

It's a relief to get marchin' orders, and do just what I'm told

Tonight we jacked a convoy, two hundred barrel run

Trucked in from a brewery in East Paterson

Rolled in around midnight, delivered to the speaks

All that bubble, no trouble, whole crew gets to dip their beaks

There's a special satisfaction

When a job comes off so right

Better break out the good stuff

The boss wants to party all night

It's just about dawn when I finally get home

I find my twist with that punk, Johnny Rome

So I pop the both, and I ankle downtown

To a hophouse in the Tenderloin, need to kick that gong around

There's a special satisfaction

When a job comes off so right

Better break out the good stuff

The boss wants to party all night