Son Of A New York Gun

Lyrics

Jack my friend, 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
And 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...
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
Look out Jack... Jack miraculous
The son of a New York gun
Look out Jack...