|Come and listen to my story 'bout a guy named Al,
|Chicago-bound from Brooklyn town as muscle for a pal,
|But Al wanted money and he had a real hot head,
so all his rivals ended up all filled with red hot lead
|Bullets, that is. Bang bang. Bust a cap.
|Well, the next thing you know, old Al's the man in charge,
|The law would like to nab him because he lives so large,
|Then there's a lot of killing, and no hits were ever cleaner.
|One guy even gets it while munching on a weiner.
|Kosher, that is. With mustard. Gluten free.
|Al finally goes to jail for income tax evasion,
|... and it's really hard to find a rhyme for "income tax evasion."
|At Alcatraz he pays the price for all his dirty tricks ...
|... the prisoners all welcome him by pelting him with bricks.
|Extruded, that is. Hardened clay. Adobe.