Al Capone

He struts around,
Like he owns the town

He gives a smirk,
Like he owns the Earth

He expresses glee,
Like he can be,
Whatever he wants to be

He orders Scotch on ice,
Fancy drink, fancy car but he isn’t nice
His sidekick orders a Whiskey neat,
Butchers enemies like brisket meat

Everything at the Drunken Goose,
He makes an epic scene
The man in his sight offers a truce,
He denies and kills, what a fiend

Bootlegging, brothels and politicians,
All in his deep pockets
Every night this gangster is wishing,
My empire, hope someone doesn’t knock it

He hustles every dime,
From nine till five
Committed every crime,
Bribes off every fine

Got the men in blue,
To watch his back
That’s nothing new,
What a maniac

Now in the courtroom he denies,
Full of lies,
See anguish deep in his eyes,
As he tries to remain lax,
Knowing he avoided payin’ tax