Suppertime

He's got your number now

He knows just what you've done

You've got no place to hide

You've got nowhere to run

He knows your life of crime

I think it's suppertime

Come on, come on

Think about all those offers

Come on, come on

Your future with Audrey

Come on, come on

Ain't no time to turn squeamish

C-c-c-c-come on!

I swear on all my spores

When he's gone, the world will be yours

Yours, yeah, yeah, yeah

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

It's suppertime

It's suppertime

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

Come on, come on

It's suppertime

Suppertime, suppertime