| Did I ever tell you about that man who changed my life?
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| The one I thought, oh my Lord, when I saw him walk in the back of that bar
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| All tall and lean with them broad shoulders, sweeeet lips, I knew
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| That I had died and gone to Chocolate Heaven
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| He had a real deep voice, and white pearly teeth
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| And his shoe was always shining
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| Long slender fingers manicured perfectly
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| The man wore 800-dollar Italian suits, straight from
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| I dunno, what would they call it
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| Milan or Rome or someplace like that?
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| I knew it wasn’t local
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| I said, I got to get next to that
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| I haven’t seen him in a long time
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| My man was so fine
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| He could get any good girl into trouble
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| You asked me me what his name was?
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| Well.. . |
| 'The Jackal'.. . |
| 'The Jackal'. |
| Say. |
| 'The Jackal'..
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| He was fat back cat cool
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| Like a Friday afternoon martini
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| Chillin' at a quarter after 5
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| Twist of lime, Coke on the side
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| The brother loved the high life
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| Had a Ph.D. |
| in street stride
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| They called him 'The Jackal'
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| He was big Mack daddy super black stylin'
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| A diamonds in the back Cadillac
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| Fur-lined boards, white wall wheels
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| Cruise control, built for speed, chrome on evray-thang
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| And the stereophonic speakers, though he really didn’t need them
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| When they called him.. . |
| 'The Jackal'. |
| Say. |
| 'The Jackal'..
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| Fly boy was in the buttermilk, hard
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| Livin' fast, livin' large, 6 foot 4 and not an ounce of fat!
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| When women asked, 'is you a frown Cat?'
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| He said 'My dear, I’m more that that, I’m the frownest of the frown
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| And in case you hadn’t known, they call me 'The Jackal'
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| Served an 18-year bid
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| First Riker’s Island
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| Then they hid him in the state penitentiary
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| Said the charge was Grand Larceny
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| That was 1975, and today, if he’s still alive
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| He’d be living in the park
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| Hm. |
| The brother whose claim to fame was that they called him 'The Jackal' |