Vārdi: Scabs. Man of the Year.

Holy Macaroni and the Stutter Jive King
Used to run Chicago doing the gangster thing
They'd keep that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants
And it weren't nobody's business if the kid don't dance

Now back then living in the hot seat, it was furtive, fast and fun
You'd better save up all your bullets 'cause everybody had a gun
You hardly had to use it but you never really knew
What the other guy around the corner was gonna do

Now Holy Macaroni'd hang out at the Crazy Horse
He'd keep a buck knife in the freezer for emergencies of course
He'd say you'd better drink them now boys
Before they throw you in the slammer and keep an eye out for your baby 'Cause she's about to pull the hammer

Ooh, boys, there they go, crazy legs and all
Better watch yourself 'cause the sky's about to fall
And when you get done running, you can come back here
I'll be back in Charlottesville, I'll be the man of the year

The Stutter Jive got twenty but Macaroni never talked
And Mary shot her husband but she paid the man and walked
And somehow we all seemed to make it through without a scratch
And if that seems too good to be true, well, there's probably a catch

Well, I was swinging on the Edison and making out with Sue
And I was hanging out with Studs and Roman Shepherd and the crew
Well, bullets started flying and everybody hit the floor
And now the last thing I remember is coppers flying through the door

Well, Sally Sue, she bought it but everybody's gotta go
So I figured it be best if I skipped down to Mexico
Tequila and Terrazas and them Mariachi bands
And three months in San Pellegrino and we're off again

Heard about a bank job from this cat named Lenny Bones
Three mill in the bag, a five way split and we were home
So I figured what the hell you gotta go with what you get
But only me and Lenny made it back but brother we were set

Now the Holy Macaroni was a million dollar flake
Ended up in Folsom but the file was in the cake
Me and angel, we've been running ever since that day
Shouting 'Viva La Fiesta', yo, man, that headed that a way