Pal, they’ll amuse ya, trick and confuse ya—
griftin’ and connin’ this crew.
Putz, they will feather their nest with your bucks—
griftin’ you…robbed, you boo-hoo.

Gal, they’ll amuse ya, fisc’lly abuse ya—
griftin’ a lot is this crew.
It’ll be tragic ’cause you’ll have been got,
victim of this connin’ crew.

Sad you are gonna be after they’re through with you.
This stinkin’, griftin’ mob has pulled a con job.
You’re bummed, fundless, funlesss, and blue.

Mal, they’ll abuse ya but not contuse ya;
hittin’ ya’s not what they do.
But they will getcha; you’ll be outta luck…
grifted and conned robee; grifted, on a sob spree; filched by this conjobby crew.