| Pony got caught in a bad, bad scene
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| Couldn’t tell life from a joke or a dream
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| He’s been wrapped on the knuckles and thrown in the clink
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| Now he’s hot wired the car that’s gonna drive him to drink
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| Charlie took up on the invitation
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| Spent the rent on a fast education
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| He used to be straight like the crease in his pants
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| But boy, oh boy, how the girl could dance
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| Thin as a razor, sharp as a suit
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| Straight to the point, baby, don’t get cute
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| 'Cause the rats run wild underneath the streets
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| And God plays dice while the fat cats feast
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| The cops bust in on Charlie’s hood
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| Pony been well, but he ain’t no good
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| He huffed and he puffed and he pulled out a gun
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| He blew the pig down, and he went on the run
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| Now Pony’s a fugitive, Charlie’s a drunk
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| Life in a bottle or out of a trunk
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| Something’s gone missing, and it ain’t just the dough
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| Pack up the dodge baby, we gots to go
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| Thin as a razor, sharp as a suit
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| Straight to the point, baby, don’t get cute
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| 'Cause the rats run wild underneath the streets
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| And God plays dice while the fat cats feast
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| Pony, what you doin' with that gun for man?
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| Well, that’s none of your business!
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| I heard it was everyone’s business…
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| Now, if it’s a girl, or a car, or money…
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| Or a girl in a car with money…
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| It ain’t worth it man
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| They’ll put you away for life
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| Changin' his outfit
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| Changin' his hair
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| He’s got change in his pockets
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| And plenty to spare
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| Holdin' his breath till he runs outta air
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| The cops keep lookin' but Pony ain’t there… |