Paroles de Son of a new york gun

Jack my friend, oh, he's a busy man
Trying to hustle an easy buck instead of a good man's dollar
Oh, jack my buddy, he's so goddamn full of money
Workin' for a funny company for his father

He got a black satin shirt, best you could buy
A big fat straw hat to match his white tie
And a shiny thirty-eight that'll look you straight in your eye

Jack miraculous, he was a sure spectaculous
The son of a new york gun
Look out, jack, look out, jack
Oh, come on, jack
Oh, come on, jack
Oh, come on, jack

He got a black satin shirt, best you could buy
And a big fat straw hat to match his white tie
And a big twenty-two that'll make you do what he want

Jack miraculous, he was a sure spectaculous
The son of a new york gun
Come on, jack
And look out, jack

Oh, jack miraculous
The son of a new york gun
Look out, jack