| Well there’s this dance, you ought to know
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| It’s a little somethin' I made up cats
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| To keep your heads low
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| See there are lots of sore gangsters
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| Packin' iron all day
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| So you learn my two steps stay out of their way
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| Zip gun, zip gun bop
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| Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops now
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| Zip gun, zip gun bop
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| Well there’s flat-foot Louie
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| Sittin' on his front stoop
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| He caught five rounds in the belly
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| He looked like a messed-up bowl of minestrone soup
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| Now you take that cat Mugs
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| He got iced the other day
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| He could have saved his mama
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| The dry cleanin' bill my way
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| Zip gun, zip gun bop
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| Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
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| Zip gun, zip gun bop
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| So now you can see
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| Zip gun bop was meant to be Lots of lead flyin'
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| Lots of lonely gals cryin'
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| But you can hear them cats shootin'
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| They’re shootin' rat-ta-tat-tat
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| So you learn my two step Jack
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| Or that’s that
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| Zip gun, zip gun bop
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| Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops
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| Zip gun, zip gun bop
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| Hey hey
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| Zip gun, zip gun bop
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| Ya better learn to do it 'fore yer poor heart stops |