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