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