C'mon baby, let's commit some crimes.

C'mon baby, let's commit some crimes.

We're running out of options and we're down to our last dime. Yeah, let's go commit some crimes.  

I'm tired of playing by their rules. 

So tired of playing by their rules.  

When we do it their way, we always seem to lose.  I'm done living this way.  

 

C'mon let's go rob a bank.

Yeah, let's go rob a bank.  

I'll load up the guns, you gas up the tank.   

Yeah, but I want you to look so fine.

  

Put on your good red dress.  

Put on your good red dress.  

Show 'em what you got. I'll handle the rest.  

Yeah, here's the plan.

  

Goin' in with our guns held up high. 

Goin' in with our guns held up high. 

You look so good with that evil in your eye.  

Flash 'em a smile, say, "Reach for the sky."

Got that money, yeah, let's run.  

Got that money, yeah, let's run.  

You and me, getaway car. 

Oh yeah, that's my kind of fun. 

Let's go.

  

This old song? It ain't nothing new.   

This old song? It ain't nothing new.     

Yeah, that's right, I stole it, too.  

I guess it's just what I do.

 

Now we're goin' down the road feeling not too bad.  Goin' down the road feeling not too bad. 

Got that money, best girl I ever had.  

I could get used to living this way.