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Middle of the night grey wolf come 
Take his wife and family some.

Jiggy jiggy bum bum
Hey piggy run run
Jiggy jiggy bum bum
And a hey piggy run
Hey!! Come on now, everyone sit down and shut up a minute.
Give me a chance to talk, it's my turn.

Uptown got it's hustlers
Bowery got it's bums
Uptowns got it hustlers
The bowery's got its bums
42nd street got big jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah he's big and dumb
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big jim walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big jim walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big Jim walker
He's a pool shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man can
too
Oh yeah

Got to get you by yourself
I-I don't need nobody, else
I'm just waiting for the sign
To say the night is yours and mine

Where I really
"indeed, comrade"
"I'm being bombed"
And all the people's faces turned strawberry blonde

By the morning gate the friendly ranger waits
For the sun
Uptown got it's hustlers
The bowery got it's bums
42nd street got big jim walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yeah, he big and dumb as a man
the streets, it's Shaky Jake

I keep on the run now
I travel by night
I don't need anyone
But someone, one day, somewhere's gonna see me right

Dig a hole
and shine when touched by the sun
And she loved a cowboy that told her he worked on a ranch just outside of Tucson

Diamonds he gave to her caused many people
Uptown Got Its Hustlers, the Bow'ry Got Its Bums
Forty Second Street Got Big Jim Walker
He's A Pool Shootin' Son Of A Gun
Yeah He's Big & Dumb
Get a job, you bum bum bum bum
Money don't grow on trees, you bum bum bum bum, 

Silent Farts, Deadly Farts, 
All was calm, Not for long, 

Oh come
bums
42nd Street got Big Jim Walker
He's a pool-shootin' son of a gun
Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come
But he stronger than a country hoss
the draw
The rode the west, they fought the best
The never lost a fight
They did their hidin' in the daytime
Ridin' most at night

The outlaws are commin'
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas
old San Antone 

Then the night came alight with gun fire he knew that at last he'd been found 
As the ranger's band shoot brightly and bandito laid
of course, I'm chased everywhere by the bush police-force
While I ride through the night on my big black horse, I'm a big, bad, bush-bush ranger

And when
Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
I keep crawling back
and walked up to this girl
He had a cap tooth made of gold
He had an earing in his nose
And her looks, that a night he liked to twirl
And he says:
"I love
He had an earing in his nose
And her looks, that a night he liked to twirl
And he says

"I love the way you look at me, I love your smile
Why don't you
in the prairie to die by a ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for life were too slim
Where they were putting his body was all
Well I'm a wasted rock ranger
I live the life of danger
On the road to find a higher high
I don't need no one's affection
All I need is my
dive, it's gonna be a live night
Now just to be accurate, label me immaculate
Short fuse like monagues fuel capulets
Elaborate labyrinth, lavish pimp
bums

[Mr. Hyde]
I'm just a piece of shit bum stinkin wretched and foul
When I stumble by you'll have to hold your breath for a while
I can hear my