Rummage

 

I'm sneaking in your house
by myself
and it's way past midnight
And I'm playing Gin & Rummy
Patting on my tummy
looking for something yummy
Lemme take all yo money
I'm crawling around
look what I found
couple a pounds
lost and found
Now my skies are looking sunny!
Sorry bout being scummy
Hate to rain on your parade
I'm just trying to get paid.
more quarters for the arcade...

It's round the witching hour
it's got a kind of power
that dark tower
that bad newsman
who grabs you with
both hands
and makes you understand
his plans
for you and your riches
they catch him they make
him dig ditches...

That bad, bad, man...
Is he rare or
is a little bit of him
in all of us?
Devil may care...