This town, the back alleyway
The bar comes out when he's down on his knees
Click clack and the sound of a bang
As he reached for the cupboard
And an Alabama friend
This town, knock 'em all dead
Zippy dippity, don't ring, don't tell
A ping pong Cha-ching hotel
Have you heard about this fella?
Holla hey, holla holla hey
The Sicilian gon' come again
Another made man Southern hand
They got them guns, they gonna ooze
The ringing gunshots of the wolf
Ooh, ooh, ooh
(You wanna know what I'm thinking?)
(Seriously?)
(I'm thinking I'd like to take a brick)
(And smash your fucking face into fucking hamburger)
Young lamb, a woof woof
I make a grand, a doof doof
We were sipping on some top shelf scotch
Watching, waiting for a goof
With a gat, soundproof
That's the truth
A man down like when Tony tried Sosa
Took a knee for the flag, went for Joe the Grocer
A knick-knack, Paddy's whacked, paid his tax
Now you sleepin' with the fishes and the stones
The Sicilian gon' come again
Another made man Southern hand
They got them guns, they gonna ooze
The ringing gunshots of the wolf
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Lupo the Wolf's got something to prove (something to prove)
'Cause Lupo the Wolf's got nothin' to lose (lose)
Lupo the Wolf's got something to prove (something to prove)
'Cause Lupo the Wolf's got nothin' to lose
