He went to work Went on with a Thompson gun Ten magazines and his case weighed a ton Booked a hotel room with a view of the street And a speakeasy bar room where the hoodlums all meet He sat up 'till dawn The sky was all torn The sun was a slaughter of red But he waited until he slayed before he went to bed For the one with the stick pin Who shot his daddy dead He knelt with the parts spread on the hotel room floor For cleaning and oiling when he heard the door He called out "Who's that?" And a voice said "The maid." He said "Come later, if you want to get laid." He waited 'till ten Then he saw the men Four men in a Ford limousine He fired through the curtain so he would not be seen And got all four of those men And he got away clean