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Alleluia! A New York - Wishart, Peter lyrics

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
Oh, come on, Jack
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

Trying to hustle an easy buck instead of a good man's dollar
Oh, Jack my buddy, he's so goddamn full of money

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