Текст песни 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

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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