Well, I don't know why I'm blamed for their plight
I get a beating by thugs Pink and White
I so scared, with tape I'm bound to a chair
But I've nothing that I'd blurt out and share

Brown met his death on street
Joe sure blew the heist
Here I'm bashed, struck and belittled by goons

Yes, I'm struck by this fisticuffs crew
And they're wond'ring what has happened to Blue
They depart to leave this smoker I hate
Who's with (the) mole, yeah, blood just flows from his waist

Clowns fooled by setup scheme
Smoker's set to slice
Ear's detached, schmuck plays with pinna removed

----- (Flashback) -----

Well the lark was off and running
But alarm reversed a well laid plan
Smoker Blonde began some gunning
Daft dudes were aghast and say
Flee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee
Flee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee

Trying to race with gems as their haul
From the police that gave chase, slow men did fall
Perps were fooled by mole who squealed to the force
White and Pink would have debate about source

Foul dude abducted me
Smoker knew no fright
Here I'm jammed, stuck where I'm hidden from view

----- (End of Flashback) -----

Well, this fart heads off, a-strutting
And the lout procures a full gas can
Then he drenches me, a-waltzing
Splashing front to back. I say
Plea-ee-ee-ee-ee-ease
Plea-ee-ee-ee-ee-ease

Yeah, this loathsome guy eyes trail here to light
I'm sopped and streaming with stuff to ignite
I'm ensnared by tape, I'm bound to my chair
Then some wondrous rounds put Blonde down with flair

Rounds stall the death of me
Smoker's lost his life
Queers his plan, slugs from mole's pistol hit goon

Then I'm snuffed by Ed's missile of doom
Scuffle just riddles boss goons
Pink has scrammed, clutchin' the grip full of loot