The Scabs Man of the Year Lyrics:
Holy macaroni and the stutter jive king Used to
run Chicago doing the gangster thing They'd keep
that Smith and Wesson in the pocket of their pants
And it weren't nobody's business if the kid don't
dance

Now back then living in the hot seat it was
furtive fast and fun You'd better save up all your
bullets cause everybody had a gun You hardly had
to use it but you never really knew What the other
guy around the corner was gonna do

Now holy macaroni'd hang out at the crazy horse
He'd keep a buck knife in the freezer for
emergencies of course He'd say you'd better drink
'em now boys 'fore they throw you in the slammer
And keep an eye out for your baby cause she's
about to pull the hammer

Oooh boys there they go crazy legs and all Better
watch yourself cause the sky's about to fall And
when you get done running you can come back here
I'll be back in Charlottesville I'll be the man of
the year
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The stutter jive got twenty but macaroni never
talked And Mary shot her husband but she paid the
man and walked And somehow we all seemed to make
it through without a scratch And if that seems too
good to be true well there's probably a catch

Well I was swinging on the eddison and making out
with sue And I was hanging out with studs and
roman shepeard and the crew Well bullets started
flying and everybody hit the floor And now the
last thing I remember is coppers flying through
the door

Well sally sue she bought it but everybody's gotta
go So I figured it be best if I skipped down to
Mexico Tequila and terazas and them mariachi bands
And three months in san pellegrino and we're off
again

Heard about a bank job from this cat named lenny
bones Three mill in the bag a five way split and
we were home So I figured what the hell you gotta
go with what you get But only me and lenny made it
back but brother we were set

Now the holy macaroni was a million dollar flake
Ended up in folsom but the file was in the cake Me
an angel we've been runnin ever since that day
Shouting viva la fiesta yo man that headed that a
way
Lyrics: Man of the Year, The Scabs [end]