You ain't gonna pin it on me

I don't wanna hear your sermon

Can shave in three stokes

An spit like hypodermic

Can dance like the d**kens

Ain't a man alive

I fear You would not dare insult me

If Brother

Jack was here

Where's you learn to smoke

Cause you're doing it all wrong

The next plane to

Honolulu Is what

I'll be on

God bless

Father Flanagan

The movies is bologna

Newspaper

Magazine Cigarette

Candy You say you're 14

You certainly don't look it

The straight world is

ANTHING BU

T In fact it's rather crooked

I'm getting out of

Omaha An that's for sure

Cause the people bark about me

Like I reversed the sin on murder

Bobby King of Boys Town