A Serviceable Villain
He jammed his roscoe in the shop-keeper's button
While sweat ran down his face like a water fountain
The silent alarm had been sounded - siren's hounded
But the flim-flammer jumped in his flivver and faded.
Back at the whorehouse, Ma Barker laid it on thick
"Ya dumb mug, get your mitts off 'da marbles before
I stuff that mudpipe down your mush - and tell your two
bit moll to hand over the mazuma!"
"The word on 'da street is you poured a slug into that
shop-keeper, but a shamus shoved him the shiv; and
now you're making like a picture!" "So, your gonna
have to go climb up your thumb!"
"Here, put on these threads - I did a gooseberry lay;"
"Don't want you looking hinky;" "Quiet everyone, here
comes the House Dick!" "Gonna stick you in another
creep joint, no one will look for you there!"
"Ma, why don't we just get a good lip?" "No one argues
with the high pillow, so get going!" "But, I'm a serviceable
villain!" "You know I need to get in-between the pins!"
"Foget it, we ain't taking no more of your orphan paper!"
All of this was being ranked by an undercover cop in drag
Was getting ready to tighten the screws; told them all to
tip their mitts and grab air - "Why you dirty copper!" Rods
were drawn, everyone started squirting lead.
When the shooting was over, Ma Barker, the serviceable
villain, and his moll were all being fitted for a wooden kimono
They had all been zotzed; dialed a wrong number; caught it
in the pump - and that's the crop!