T’s for Tony, who is scaring me,
H for Harry I eye warily,
U’s for ugly Bugsy, who’s a mug who’ll mug me,
G’s for guns—many more have they than a weapons store.

Direct hits these thugs adore.

Thugs if they’re mad will give it to you,
thugs are not the kind you want to woo.
Take your kneecaps, break ’em,
when they sleep it’s best not wake ’em.
Thugs are quite a nasty crew.

T’s for Tommy—also scaring me,
H is how to eye him: warily,
U’s for ugly Mugsy; for the vig he’ll bug me,
G’s for gats galore; a trigger’s pulled—guys hit the floor.

Unless they run for the door.

Thugs are an extremely dire-straits crew,
but at least they will be straight with you.
Few can overtake ’em
in crime, but there’s one group makes ’em
look like kitties that go “mew,”
über thugs lesser thugs woo.
It’s the Capitol Hill crew

THUG is an acronym for this crew;
THUG stands for this, I am telling you:
The Hill’s Ugly Grifters—
from your pocket, wallet-lifters.
Thugs who’re raping me and you.