Madman On the Loose

Here’s another tale about a whisky lover, soaked in a bar staring down a glass, but don’t say ‘hola’, he’ll drag you down into his wicked past.

He’s been on the run for 4 days straight, he cleaned out the bank took every penny he’s made, he’s heading for the coast of the motherland where no one knows his name.

Fake moustache and big black shades, he straightened and trimmed the curls his mother gave, he’s looking a bit like Benicio del Toro in his younger days.

The barkeep never said a word, the young waitress was giving funny looks when she saw his face on the news with the headline, ‘madman on the loose.’

Handsome as geek god he can’t help himself, with his silver tongue he charmed that pretty girl then and there, it’s such bad decisions that got him here In the first place.

The bad decision, she got off at 6, they chased tequila and danced for a bit and he said, “one more round for the lover’s and that old man at the back, por favor”

When your sins come knocking down the door, and you’ve played your last domino, hold on to your wits or you’ll become like the madman on the run.

Making love and pushing 90 down the 57, dangerous and drunk it was a prosecutors dream, the poor little blond had no idea what was going down on the scene.

Some things you should never do while on the run, let the little man do the thinking get yourself all undone, the road’s hot enough when you’re on the chase under the Mexican sun.

An inquisitive girl so she was, shooting out all sorts of questions looking for a confession, when Jose’s head slipped and gave up the ghost of all his indiscretions.

You hear the one about the Mexican from El Cajon, he pushed his wife over the cliff and then he went on the run, they said he went crazy when he found her in the pantry with his mistress.

The papers will have you believe she was a saint, that woman was the evil, 24 hours a day all she’d do is complain and she couldn’t keep her hands off his Don Julio.

When your sins come knocking down the door, and you’ve played your last domino, hold on to your wits or you’ll become like the madman on the run.

Well there’s only one thing left for our boy to do, so he shot that motor-mouth just as you do, he dumped her in a ditch and then he rolled on down to Boca del Rio.

No rest, nor redemption for the wicked Jose but down on the coast he can dance the mojito waiting around for the judgment to come his way.

When your sins come knocking down the door, and you’ve played your last domino, hold on to your wits or you’ll become like the Madman on the Loose.