Jewel thief where do you get all those pretty neclaces j**el thief where do you get all those silve pistols j**el thief where do you get all those animal heads with lovely posture u eat bread carefully chewing when they shot you dead U look like a mannequin with your mouth full don't worry baby i'll take care of you you got a million horses at your door u got a feeling that ull need a million more i got a million horses of my own in the evening one by one they carry me home i'll get your telephone i'll run a comb through your dead thief hair tell them your not home i'll wear your pretty clothes and shoot your stolen guns j**el thief you and i are gonna be best friends