We got a god thing going here
We got gun runners and rum runners
Nice and furtive
I will not go to the penitentiary
I'll get a face lift if I have to
She knows too much
Give her a party favor
That represents our colonial ways
Gingivitis
It's a hoot
Halitosis
Pass the ammunition
No flash photography
Bump some coke
Before the search and seizure
Of puzzled looks
Some can't deal with this safari maze
Mutter a prayer for human error
It's first come first served
A double helix goodie-bag
Stomp the home schooled henchmen
Mace them and throw the grenade
It's too close for comfort
And that's the gist of it