Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #2,741
Peak in subgenre #249
Author
Myschyveus
Rights
(c) Laffin Man Productions
Uploaded
May 06, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:49
Lyrics
Well Cheerio and hello, to all my fellows
My man, my mellows, wit hard shells like armadillos.
I come bearing lifts while ensnaring gifts.
Including tha water-like diamonds and canary yellows.
(Who are you?)
An art connosieur, and a frame jacking genius
I can alert Scotland yard to my honest thoughts
Sleight the loot to sqaunder as they brood and wonder
How I slipped thru their fingers.
Yet let no doubts linger. My eccentricities
Are tha basis of my victories. No predicting me.
Slip the goods off with ease. Leave them with a slice of cheese.
So they will instantly conjure memories of me.
I'ma thief and a charlatain
Catch me highway bargainin'
Somethin for nothin' barterin'
Wearin' a cardigan
Blendin' in wit high society
Like camouflauge armor sportin' army men
commitin' crimes far and wide wit a certain flair
U can't blame it on me, i stole my uppance fair and square
I'll even describe my wear.
I sport spats, slacks, vest a jacket and a toupe' for my hair.
Yes of course my cane, to balance me on tha streets.
Glasses and a bible to care for me in the sheets.
But come day break, I worry not in the least.
No fear of man or beast, i'm simply out of their reach.
You've seen me about. Jolly and jovial.
Pickin' pockets, watches and lockets as tha lot will dosey-doe.
And off I speed, but the law is too slow.
I even observed tea-time before my time to go.
(Your title, praytell)
Well I shan't tell you my name.
A rose of any moniker would smell just tha same.
So in that vein, my mysteries remain feined.
Bequeathing my identity wasn't part of the game.
A shame. So well I do to get tha masses panickin'
Frantic while actin' manic. Not too fond of my shenanigans.
It could involve a displacement of warm ice
Or any situation. Lad, I'm up for tha heist.
I've suffered all your tests, and proved I'm the best.
In all my splendor, relieved the English from my chest.
But if all is a ploy, and all is said in jest.
Then the lies shall lay unwoven, nay, laid to rest.
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