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Paper sir, paper sir, paper sir The mobs in town And the guns are out And Louie knows what it's all about He's gunning down the cops with machine-gun tops Moving in a black sedan A stickup worth a hundred grand Headline sensation: "A Payroll Grab in the Union Station" Now there's no lights on the Christmas tree mother They're burning Big Louie tonight There's no electricity mother They're burning Big Louie tonight Across the state the bandits fly Victims scream, gangsters die And sirens in the night and armoured cars and dynamite Now Peter is on the mob And the FBI is on the job And now the headlines say: "Louie Banna**as On Trial Today" Now there's no lights on the Christmas tree mother They're burning Big Louie tonight There's no electricity mother They're burning Big Louie tonight But they got him in the final chase Louie was running in a loser's race And on the day his case begun He was Public Enemy Number One And the jury's back, they all agree It's murder in the first degree Tie him down and shave his hair Cause tonight Big Louie's gonna get the chair Now there's no lights on the Christmas tree mother They're burning Big Louie tonight There's no electricity mother They're burning Big Louie tonight The baby's crying They're burning Big Louie tonight They're gonna fry him They're burning Big Louie tonight