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| Everyone liked that To the town of Old Manhattan came a stranger one fine day In blue jeans and a backpack and a hoody coloured grey No-one noticed much about him as amid their midst he slipped Biding time until he could unsheathe the big iron on his hip (big iron on his hip) Now in this town there lived a fatcat by the name of Brian T Who made his money off the misery of folks like you and me Denying people treatment to increase his bottom line Had filled his belly up with sweetmeats he would sleep off every night (sleep off every night) In Manhattan's concrete canyon night was falling on the town And the Stranger waited patient as commuters milled around He was plotted up and planted in the place he had to be For the Handsome Hooded Stranger was there after Brian T (after Brian T) In the boardroom Greedy Brian stretched and gave a lazy drawn-out yawn Another day of talking shit in pointless meetings, he had done Now it was time for socialising with his brothers in the grift He thought of how he missed Jeff Epstein as he got into the lift (got into the lift) With a smile upon his jowls Big Brian thought how he would play When all at once the Hooded Stranger changed the course of Brian's day As three shells marked 'delay, deny, depose' were very swiftly whipped From the barrel of the big iron, now no longer on his hip (no longer on his hip) Greedy Brian lay there dyin' as the people gathered round While the Handsome Hooded Stranger vanished back into the crowd And the people stood there gathered swore an oath to keep it zipped, To never snitch upon the Stranger with the big iron on his hip (big iron on his hip) Big Iron Big Iron No-one would snitch upon the Stranger with the Big Iron on his hip (Big Iron on his hip) |
(With apologies to Marty Robbins, and with thanks to the Handsome Hooded Stranger, you the readers, and everyone happy to honour the ancient bardic tradition of tossing a coin in the hat)
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