I've got my plaid pants on
I've got somewhere to be
Got to get that clam,
And feed my family

I'm walking nice and slow
I've got to get an edge
A flapper on my arm
Everyone's dancing

I'm on a limb,
It's time to get a wiggle on? Haha

And no one knows.
These hoods can't be exposed.
And I'm living just above the law.
Oh tommy gun, won't you set me free?
'Cause the bull's closing in,
And my kids have 'gotta eat.
Meet me at the speakeasy.

Call all my hoods and capers,
Held up behind the gin mill.
This gun is smoking,
And it's ready for a close encounter.
Heads up, hang low.
Man down!
These cops have got to go.
Bullets spraying;
blood is spilling
And we won't stop till they're dead.
Say hello to my little friend.

And no one knows.
These hoods can't be exposed.
And I'm living just above the law.
Oh tommy gun, won't you set me free?
'Cause the bull's closing in,
And my kids have 'gotta eat.
Meet me at the speakeasy.

Caught in a quick drop turn,
And my last words escaped the barrel.
I'll have to die tonight,
Then drop my gun,
And up my freedom.

Caught in a quick drop turn, (Just let me go)
And my last words escaped the barrel.
I'll have to die tonight, ('Cause there's no where that you can run)
Then drop my gun,
And up my freedom. x2

You can't escape the long arm of the law

And no one knows.
These hoods can't be exposed.
And I'm living just above the law.
Oh tommy gun, won't you set me free?
'Cause the bull's closing in,
And my kids have 'gotta eat.
Meet me at the speakeasy.


Lyrics submitted by JakeInTheMoment

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